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 just....in 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 about?" 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 teensy 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 the 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.