Venturing outside in the middle of a summer rainstorm is one of the best forms of therapy you can give yourself. Getting soaked to the bone while dancing in the rain makes everything melt away for a little while. Much like when I went swinging, I felt free. I felt good. After a week of one thing after another after another, with Robin William's death, everything happening in Ferguson, MO, the Steubenville rapist being set free and being allowed back on his high school football team, and coming to the realization that the anniversary of my trauma is coming up... this week felt impossible. But if there's one thing Cristina Yang taught me, it's that dancing it out always helps. And boy did it ever.
Week 33/52!
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