Lost
Published By: The Golden State Company
As a 30-something-year-old male with a wife, three children, a career and somewhat of a social life, it’s easy to slip into a certain type of life rhythm. And I think most of us will agree, that rhythm is good.
There I was, mid-rhythm at the park, early in the morning on a Saturday, pushing my firstborn on the swing with a vice-like grip on my oversized cup of coffee—attempting to shake off the social life from the night before. The dialogue with my son, combined with the hypnotizing back-and-forth of the swing, was enough to slip me into a trance-like state.
