"The Best Therapy is a Margarita"

Today I had a client inform me that the best type of therapy is a margarita. Who knew?! So, I'm outta here, it's a margaritaville night!

What a week... actually let me add another three dots... just to re-emphasize what a week it's been! Is it just me, or does life seem to get more complicated the older you get??? Is this not a night to shake your fist at the universe and yell at the top of your lungs, with full gusto, "REALLY WORLD, REALLY?!"

I'll share a secret with you: I have a new thing I do. It's kinda like "woohooing" every evening when I left work and headed home on the Likelike in Hawaii... serious stress release. I've discovered the hidden pleasures and pure mischievous delight of "dancing it out" secretly in my room. Crazy, arms and legs, dancing out the energy... all by myself, in complete and utter secret joyous escape... such glee.

I like the world. I'm actually a huge fan. I seriously dig humans. And I'm all about life. But let's be honest: There are nights when the only true therapy is a margarita followed by a ritual I like to call, "dancing it out." Jimmy Buffet, eat your socks off!

(Disclaimer: For clarification for the doubters out there: No Jose Cuervo was hurt in the making of this blog.)