Take the day off. For no reason. Because you feel like it and your mental health needs a fluffy pillow and nice Cosmo. Throw out your To Do lists and eat bad food. Watch stupid tv. Take a bubble bath. Tell them at work that you’re coming down with something that could be contagious, if not fatal. Lock the door. Dance on the island in your kitchen. Do your toes in a color not found in nature. Scream as loudly as you can into a pillow. Sleep. Don’t answer emails, in fact, don’t even look at them. Shut off Facebook. Buy a pile of beauty magazines and pretend you look like the cutest model. Read People. Call a really good friend and tell her you love her. Tell your spouse, other, kids, you’re not cooking and that they can cook themselves or get takeout, or starve, but it’s your day off. Stay in your pajamas, or dress up, or don’t wear make-up, or pile it on like you were going to the freaking Academy Awards. Write the first paragraph of a novel you will never finish. Look at puppies on the internet. Watch or read at least one really funny thing and make yourself laugh. Really hard. Push back your cuticles. Condition your hair with mayonnaise. Give yourself a honey mask. Doodle. Dawdle. Play Words with Friends with someone you don’t like. Make soup. Organize your underwear drawer. Whiten your teeth. Pluck your eyebrows. Internet shop, but don’t buy. Count the change laying around your house. Lay around your house. Cuddle with your dog/cat/hamster/guinea pig/mouse that won’t leave your kitchen. Do this every few months. You will ward off evil spirits, and stay healthier. You will like yourself and all the people who live with you, more. You will feel better in every way. Don’t ask anyone if you can. That defeats the mischievous purpose. Like Nike says, just do it.
*the gratitude-a-thon 