I know that it’s bad. I know that it leads to skin cancer. I know that I’ll make people upset with this blog. But…

I went tanning today in a stand up booth (the kind that shoots UV light at you from all directions) because now that I don’t live in California anymore, I’m afraid I’ll fry in N’Awlins at fest this year. One thing that I didn’t count on from going to the tanning place was how much better I felt emotionally when I stepped out.

Now, understand that I did not look on-line to find out if this is an actual physiological effect or just a psychological placebo that I’m doing to myself…but…I’ve been so down in the dumps lately—really dark in mood—and suffering from TOTAL cabin fever, that anything that makes me feel like my bouncy self is tops in my book...placebo or not. I find myself breathing deeper. I am contented inside of my own skin. My brain is quiet from unsettling thoughts. I feel…can it be…happy.

I’m not advocating going to tanning salons if it’s something that you think may be an unhealthy personal choice. All I’m saying today, here, with this blog is that I felt better after being blasted with mega doses of UV rays over every inch of my skin. I’m just sayin’.

Until next time…be well…