The good funk gets you up on the good foot and out on the dance floor. It gets you movin’, groovin’, doing things, seeing and being seen.
I’ve been in that kind of funk that leaves you sleeping on the futon in front of the news and forgetting to do simple tasks.
Now, this week a friend saw my need to get out of said funk and took me out to dinner, offering tidbits of inspiration for my jewelry-making business.
That, along with my first sale in a long dang time, got me out of said funk for a few moments. But the funk is still trying to get a hold of me. I feel its grip. It pulls me toward it, saying, “stop being productive! It’s time for you to be lazy and neglect things!”
Grah. I hate that crap. I think it must come with the whole deciding-what-to-do-with=-the-rest-of-my-life thing.
I don’t know what I want to do with the rest of my life. I do know I like the things I’m getting paid to do. Jewelry is awesome. Dogsitting is awesome. Nannying is awesome. Writing is, of course, awesome. And I’m getting my name out – which is good.
But alas. Funk is still in existence.
But there have been some good things:
1) Got to see my oldest brother last week, which is excellent since he lives across the state.
2) Created a bunch of stuff.
3) Got more decluttering done at the apartment (at which the A/C has now completely gone out, but that’s a whole ‘nother story)
4) Gave out and received lots of hugs.
5) Made new friends. (Then again, when am I not making new friends?)
Anyhoo, anyone else out there in a funk? Anyone been in a funk and been able to crawl out? I know I have before. I’ll get out of this funk. I think writing here more should help.
And now I will post a photo of the Granpappy of Funk:
And a photo of Dr. Funkenstein himself:
Aaaand, why not have a trifecta with the guy who never shows up for his scheduled performances: