“A bad day of fishing is better than a good day of work.” (sometimes attributed to Sir Izaak Walton)
I have enjoyed practicing the art of fly-fishing ever since a friend of mine coaxed me to buy my first rod and reel when I was a senior in college. Without false drama, I can state fly-fishing helped me cope with the ebb and flow of experiences that have, so far, made up my life. How about you? What has comforted you and helped you cope with your own ebb and flow of experiences?