The first two posts in this series were about that angry little toddler in your head. The default mode network. The voice inside your head that is not really you.

That's the hard part to actually accept. Because at least for me, that internal dialogue always felt like who I was. It's the voice I hear when I read. The voice I hear when I think. I spent decades assuming that voice was me. It isn't. There's something underneath it: that breath, that moment of awareness that is more than just words and internal comm...

So what the hell does it really mean for your health when the angry dictator of your thoughts (the guy with the German accent and the shitty little mustache, you know the one), that petulant little toddler of a hypercritical internal dialogue, rears his ugly little attitude?

One post wasn't enough. Learning why something works helps you figure out how to unplug it and unwind it.

In the last post we talked about the default mode network: the internal dialogue running old programming, generating anxiety about thi...

We've all seen it. Or if you have kids, you've had the humbling experience of living it.

There's a kid at Target absolutely losing it. Full meltdown. They want a toy, a piece of candy, some form of dopamine hit, and when the parent says no, the little turd erupts into a torrent of crying, wailing like a banshee, kicking, screaming, and becoming a menace to everyone within a thirty-foot radius. And in a moment of pure exhausted embarrassment, the parent just gives in.

When my son was about two or three, he had o...