This is a Guest Post contributed by Mark at All Good in the Fatherhood
There is a fictitious place that we always used to hear about and were told to go there whether it was frustrations with homework, a breakup or any annoyance; we were told to go to our happy place. I never knew where this place was or how I could find it and still to this day at 32 years’ old, I have my moments where I struggle to find it.
In my teens, I would go play soccer (usually losing my temper and making it worse) to drinking a little too much in my 20s, I was always searching. I started running more and more and that was doing the trick pretty well, so as with most things that we think we have figured out in our 20s, it all came crashing down.