I was reading an article the other day talking about how spending money on experiences makes you happier than spending money on things. And while therapy shopping can provide some immediate relief to whatever all consuming emotional ailment is taking control, the medicine wears off rather quickly. But experiences have more of a long last effect. There’s the joy of actually participating in the event, adventure, journey, mind blowing conversation, long awaited concert and/or the passionate kiss after a lengthy separation. Then comes the after effect…or the time spent lost in reverie with your head in the clouds remembering every last detail of said experience.

The high can last for days. Months even.

And it’s so easy to recall. All one has to do is time travel back to a memory at will and submit to the faraway beckoning for your return.

So on days like today, with Capt Awesome out of the house and working hard and a gloomy cloud fighting with the sun, I revisit the favorite parts of my past…like a good book.