Explaining Life to a 5-Year-Old (How to Pack Your Bag Right)
No one rises above their packing
I was in my underwear on my bed doing some Wim Hof breathing, the window was open and a light April breeze cooled my skin, already cold from an icy shower ten minutes before.
This smugly meditative moment was shattered by my 5-year-old son screaming in the adjoining room. I knew the…