When You're Golden...

We've got this gorgeous Golden Retriever named Hannah. When I picture her, I see her in two very different postures: most frequently, I see her lying on her side on the floor of our house, napping. To be honest, she looks a bit depressed. The other way I envision her is off the leash, out in the open space running with giant leaps and a great big grin. It's this last posture that makes me smile (and alleviates much of my owner's guilt). When I see Hannah do what she's been designed to do (run out in the open, off the leash, apologies to the Homeowners Association), I get this picture of freedom and joy. I smile--and so does her Creator, I believe. I wonder what the human equivalent is for such freedom and joyous release? When was the last time you lived "unleashed", exuberant, and fully you? How did it feel? What were you doing? Any chance you can do more of it (legally!)?