A DEEP AND PROFOUND THOUGHT

Sometimes when you get into a funk, I've decided you've just got to feeeel the funk. Embrace the funk. Breathe it in. Wallow in it for a while.

For me, this includes a day, maybe two of moping around. Showering, yes, but not doing my hair or makeup. Staying in slippers or bare feet, and not picking up quite as quickly after Kate as I usually do. It might also involve slowing down on the laundry and perhaps having a sandwich night for dinner. This could also involve not answering the phone and walking past the computer without blogging. It would most likely involve a blanket. Usually it involves not being able to sleep as well and my "funky" music choices, not to be confused with true funk music which would be completely different indeed. It's ok I tell myself. Sometimes your body just wants to be in a funk. A funk due to worry, or hormones, or loneliness, or grumpiness, or weather, or who knows what else.

BUT, then it is time to throw the funk away. Forget the funk. Discard da funk.

This always happens to me for some reason. Two days of funkiness is usually just about right. Then I want to get on my hands and knees and clean the kitchen floor or organize a closet, or go to a late movie, sing in the shower, sit at my piano and play, or put back on a cute outfit that makes me feel skinny, whether I am or not. Coming out of the funk comes easier when there is a listening ear from someone close to you. It almost always involves a good scripture study and prayer, and the peace that comes afterwards when you know you are loved. It's not that the reasons for the funk have necessarily gone away. They may still be right there sitting on my shoulder and whispering in my ear. "You should be in a funk. Here are all the reasons why blah blah blah..." It's just that I choose to ignore them or I spin around really fast so they can't keep their balance and they have to fall off of my shoulder. Then if they are blah blahing, which I sooo know they are, I can't hear it anymore. They're talking to a baseboard or an area rug.

So here is day 3. I am blogging again. Don't think I'm still not doing my cooking challenge. It's just that when I'm in a funkified state, I don't necessarily blog about my cooking adventures. I hope Si forgives me. My readers will NEVER know what I cooked the last few days. I'm going to go pop open a new rootbeer flavor and share it with all of my girls. I'm going to let Brett work late tonight and be grateful he has a great job he loves, to work late at. I'm going to take Ali to dance and help Sydney with homework and work out with Maddie and wipe Kate's nose for the millionth time. Then I will read my new book, put on much more hip and happy music choices, make a good meal (definitely not a sandwich meal) and fall into bed exhausted. And happy.

DeFunkified if you will. e