Stop Calling It Meditation: Why 'Emptying Your Mind' Is Making You Weaker
The fluorescent lights of the 24-hour Waffle House on I-95 hummed with a hostile intensity. It was 2:17 AM, and the air smelled of stale coffee and burnt butter. I was pushing a cold, greasy hash brown around my plate with a plastic fork, my anxiety a tight knot in my chest.