A wellness-humorist. Yeah, that's a thing. All thoughts, words, pictures, and diseases are my own.
I’M STANDING IN THE DUGOUT, NEXT TO THE WATER COOLER. I’M TRYING VERY HARD TO BLEND IN. Don’t make eye contact. Look down. He doesn’t see you. He (coach) is walking in my direction. I’m terrified. He’s going to put me in the game as a defensive replacement and I’m going to have warm up
I don’t want to get into the habit of making disclaimers or opening remarks. It’s kind of like having to explain a joke after you tell it… Or the exact opposite, because this is happening on the front end. Whatever. Read my previous post (basics of meditation) if you want any background or are curious
