Thursday, July 9, 2009

Just a little funk-y

As life is changing, and we are human, it follows that our days, weeks, months, and years don't always follow a predictable pattern. With all the ups, there are downs, and then there are the in-betweens.

Which is just fancy talk for saying: I'm in a funk.

I'm not sad. I'm not terribly enthusiastic. I'm not motivated. I'm not completely lazy. I'm between.

I haven't blogged for a week, and it's because I haven't really known what I should blog about.

My parents visited, and still, I thought, "What should I blog ab
out?" I ran ten miles last Saturday, and ten and a half the Saturday before that, and I will run seven miles tomorrow morning! Lots of fodder for blogging, and still, here I sit, in my little in-between blah-ness.

I do know how to get out of a funk; I'm not completely at a loss! The solution is always action. Clean the house, take the kids out, paint my toenails, take some pictures, call some friends, write an email.

Action works because I've discovered what I'm really feeling when I'm in this funky spot is just a teens
y bit sorry for myself, and not really much entertainment for anyone around.

My parents left two days ago. Shortly thereafter, I became hormonally unfavorable. And shortly after that, our
budget was clearly unfavorable. Yes. It's true. I'm feeling a little sorry for myself, even though I have everything I need and quite a bit more.

Silly, silly me.

But since it is 11:02p.m., and I have no aspirations (yet) of cleaning my house, taking t
he kids out (of bed, no less), painting my toenails, taking some pictures, calling some friends, or writing an email, I will quote that fascinating Scarlett O'Hara and say:

"After all, tomorrow is another day."

Another day when Phill will be heading up to Ogden on Army business until Sunday; when I will wake up at 6:00 (ouch) to run seven miles (ouch & hooray); a day when I will stop feeling sorry for myself and will clean the house, laugh with my children, and probably lay out in the sunshine for a while to warm my sleepy soul.

And with you readers as my witnesses....I will try not to go funky again.


The Taylors said...

But sometimes we need funks to remind us of all the unfunky things we've got! And sometimes we need funks to remotivate us! And sometimes we just need a funk!!! Don't apologize for it! Tomorrow IS a new day!!!!! And if you need a kick in the pants, I'm willing... Here... D&C 58:27, with love!!! P.S. I enjoyed ur funk-y post!!!

Abby Hanson said...

It's not about having or not having the funk -- it's about what you do when it hits. And you've hit that nail right on the head. Action takes care of the "funkies" just perfectly. Talk to you soon!

Sarah said...

It's this mood when my mom says, "Go serve" and you can't be in a funk while doing something for the Lord. Hang in there!


Lara said...

I've been in a HUGE funk, and I haven't tried to act on it like I usually do. I'm just letting the funk fester. Festering funks are no fun.

Kelly said...

Here's to getting out of a rut! I've needed mine--it actually kept me sane for a while.

What should we do this week?

carajean said...

Oh sweet baby Rae. I am sorry I didn't get to come. Your funk will pass.

Anna said...

Maybe it'e in the air- because I'm funky too.

chucknorris said...

I know EXACTLY what you mean. I couldn't have said it better myself.