I'm not sure it would matter if we were all gathered around that same table, on the edge of the bustling crowd at the gala last night or if we were settled in lawn chairs on a backyard deck, but I find the company of this group of Salemites to be therapeutic. No, not in a tear-filled/crying my heart out way. In a relaxing, rejuvenating with plenty of good-for-the-soul-laughing way.
My usual inclination is to go into cave mode and vegetate during my days off. After a fun time like last night, I'm reminded of how wrong this urge is. A balance is what I should strive for. Which goes with one of the books I'm currently reading. It's a Buddhist's approach to care of the self, "How to be Sick" by Toni Bernhard.
Balance is good.