There is a belief that depression can be lifted--and then happiness restored--by every day doing something that you have never done before.
Yesterday I did something different: I had a bath in a lightning storm. Of course, I didn't know there was going to be a storm when I got in the bath. Once in, though, the skies began to clatter and clash and flare suddenly like the stage at a Wagner opera.
I am so paranoid I kept imagining a lightning bolt bursting through the slate roof on my cottage and electrifying me in the bath. But it didn't, obviously. Or I'd be a big crispy poet up there now floating in stagnant water with the biggest ha**-on I've ever had in my life.