Therapy

A few days ago my advisor told our group about a favorite spot of him and his friends. Right by the water in Galway there is a long walk called the Promenade, and at the very end of it is what he has nicknamed "therapy hill." So a friend and I decided to walk all the way out there the other day and see if it was really as good as he made it out to be. It was. Once we got to the top of the hill we could see all of Galway Bay and across to county Kerry on the other side. It was gorgeous. It got me thinking, what is my therapy? Here's what I came up with.
Escaping into the comfortable world of a favorite book for the hundreth time.
Having (another) girls night.
Getting lost in the car with your best friends, and having way more fun being lost with them than being at the destination.
Singing the same worship songs whether you are in SLO, Oakdale, Glasgow, or Galway.
Watching Bridget Jones' Diary and eating Ben and Jerry's with a new friend even though you miss your old ones.
Driving at night with the windows down and the radio blasting.
Some of these are from home, and some are from here, but these have got to be some of the best forms of therapy, right?