I don't drink. I don't smoke. Or do anything remotely "bad". I garden. A fix that always puts a smile on my face.
I can lose myself for hours in the yard: digging, planting, yanking out what I just planted, planting again.
I'll keep going until I'm covered in sweat and dirt, a smell so bad even Roxy turns her wet nose up at me. It's my therapy. A natural high that lasts long after I've washed off the last speck of the garden...like nailing crow in yoga or finding those kick ass shoes you've been looking for all year...on sale. It's my upper, what's yours?