Meet my therapist. Her name is Betty White.
No, not that Betty White. Although that would be pretty awesome! She was a grief counselor when she played the character "Rose" from Golden Girls, so I'm sure she'd be qualified, but I digress.
My therapist is my bike. Meet my bike, her name is Betty White.
I've been wanting to get a road bike for years, and I was finally able to get one this year. Nothing feels better than the freedom of riding a bike. I used to ride a bike everywhere I went as a child and into my teen years. Then I turned 16, and had no need for a bike, or so I thought.
I found as I rode my bike that if I was frustrated or mad about something, I usually worked it out in my head while I rode. My husband always listens to headphones when he rides, but I found that by listening to the sounds around me, and listening to myself, that I was able to clear my mind of all the junk.
Now that it's winter and 20 degrees outside, I am missing my trusty therapist. But come Spring, we'll have our 2-3 sessions per week, and all will be right with the world. Until then I'll just watch some Golden Girls reruns and eat popcorn.