International Self-care Day
I was going to write about this Washington Post piece on the abject hypocrisy of Trump's evangelical supporters. I still may for tomorrow.
But I opened up my Twitter box and what did I find? Why, yes! It's "International Self-care Day"!
There's a reason I post self-care threads on the weekend.
In a time of stress, in a time of chaos, looking after oneself is in itself a political act. Those we oppose want us to be on our back heels, to be constantly agitated with what they're doing. They want us to be afraid, anxious, robbed of joy. Thus, exercising self-care is an act of resistance. It's telling them that we will continue to live our lives as we stand against them. That we won't be robbed of life's pleasures by them. That life continues with them in power, and will continue as we see the back end of them. It's a very joyous middle finger to the regime.
This tweet stuck out to me this morning:
I, too, am a child of the Cold War. And as I contemplated species suicide, I still played baseball, and read comics, and kissed girls, and celebrated Christmas. Even in the face of doom, life goes on. We can't be consumed with every irruption from the great orange stain. He wants us to be focused on him at all times, as all narcissists do. Claiming time for ourselves is a rebuke to him.
So, do something good for yourself today. Listen to music. Read a book. Take a moment to just be. You perform a revolutionary act in doing so.
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