Today, I’ve been told, is the most depressing day of the year. Something to do with being halfway between Christmas and Valentine’s Day, failing to stick to your New Year’s resolutions, the miserable weather, and not yet getting your first month of salary… I’ve been feeling pretty good myself so far this year. I didn’t really make any resolutions so I don’t need to feel bad about not sticking to them. I was already doing daily Insanity work-outs before Christmas, I started Spanish classes last week and a travel writing course to prepare for my sabbatical, as well as tennis lessons just because, and we’re well into rehearsals for Chicago to be performed at the end of April. Smug, me?
A more upbeat interpretation of today is National Hugging Day. I prefer this one. Celebration takes place by hugging anyone and everyone, although apparently it’s best to ask first. Presumably it’s not by accident that this day coincides with the most depressing day of the year. As if we needed an excuse to hug, scientists have offered proof of health benefits like releasing “the love hormone” oxytocin and reducing blood pressure. The only barrier is correct social conduct, where I fear hugging all my colleagues might not be appreciated within the Midwest culture of my office. I will try to embrace it (them) anyway.