If you guessed “MIDTERM DAY,” you win! Exams for everyone!
If you guessed “it’s 2 days before your enormous job application packet is due, PhDork! Better work on that Scholarly Agenda!” then you win! Hair-tearing stress a-go-go!
But if you guessed “It’s Love Your Body Day!”–or even if you didn’t–then you actually win. I wish I could have gotten to this earlier, since I’m probably screwing a lot of our non-US readers out of LYBD, but I don’t mind if you celebrate tomorrow. Or everyday. But this week is bonkers, and I personally can use this day to stop and be nice to my body, rather than 1) ignoring it (which is SOP ’round here these days) or 2) being actively crappy to it, by judging it, or denying it what it needs, or treating it poorly (say, by spending hours working in a janky chair, working knots into my shoulders and locking my mandible up with TMJ).
So, instead of diving into this stack of exams, I’m going to take the evening to do some nice things for my body. I’m gonna take off these trousers–they’re pinchy–and put on something that makes me look and feel like a megababe. I’m gonna make myself something tasty to eat, with lots of sour cream on it. Then I’m going to drink a seriously good beer in the company of friends I don’t see much, and laugh and laugh and laugh. And then I’m going to take a bath or get naked with the Dude or collapse in a heap of body-lovin’, depending on when we get home. OR MAYBE ALL THREE.
I suggest you do something similar. Or whatever makes your body-happy. Yoga? Eatin’ cheese? Impromptu bedroom fashion show? Massage? Jello wrestling? You decide how to, in the words of Parks and Recreation’s Tom and Donna, Treat. Yo. Self.