Once upon a time, in the grim reality of warehousing swine in psychiatric wards, three little pigs prepared for their grand escape. After enduring ritualistic check-ins, prescribed medications, and meals slopped onto industrial trays with morgue-attendant enthusiasm, they clutched their "Bare Minimum Functioning" diplomas and faced the world. The First Little Pig, buzzing with manic delusion, envisioned a sanctuary of psycho-straw, lashed together from half-digested therapy jargon and flimsy self-help blueprints.

HEY THERE ~ I've always clung to the title of “adult reader” like a drowning man to driftwood. Yet lately, reading feels less like joyful immersion and more like a fragmented, unholy communion with the written word. My comprehension, bless its stubborn heart, is intact. But my mental fluency and ability to connect ideas have taken a hit. Connections surface, yes, but at a glacial pace-jumbled, incoherent.

Day One - What a wonderful place to start. Have you ever seen a video of a Yogi doing breathwork? Well, if you have, you've got too much time on your hands - you mind as well do something positive with it. We start with the conscious breathing method for "resetting" the body and mind by influencing the autonomic nervous system.

Walking with Thoreau: A Day Pass in the Age of Absurdity "I think that I cannot preserve my health and spirits, unless I spend four hours a day at least - and it is commonly more than that - sauntering through the woods and over the hills and fields, absolutely free from all worldly engagements."  - Henry David Thoreau…