Funky Town

I'm in a funk.  I've tried to fake my way out of it, pretend it's not there, smile through it -- but it's hanging on.  Time to face the music.  I've arrived in Funky Town (not the good one either).

Gluten - maybe a contributing factor, but not the full reason.  I think the diet back to less-than-healthy too much is a result of the funk - which makes the funk worse.

I've become a slug in many ways.  Time to get busy and get PRODUCTIVE and get HAPPY again.  This is a good time to work on it as I'm back to empty nest as of Friday (although still in contractor hell).

I need to figure out WORK.  Go back to work or get off the pot.  Go back wins.  Time to update the resume, review some notes (get my mind back into "nurse" mode) and start the hunt.

I need to expand my social network.  I don't need lots of great friends, but I like lots of good friends.  I've been acting reclusive lately - the opposite of My Happiness Project.  (P.S. I'm pulling that out today again.)  I'm saying NO, not initiating things, hibernating, not cultivating those peripheral friendships ... not ME.  Funky Town does that to me.

My usual close social group is hitting a busy couple of months - busy that doesn't include me.  A bunch of tentative plans went out the window because of their "busy" -- traveling, kid stuff, surgeries, etc. - nothing personal to me, but it feels personal (hello funk).  Dramatic conclusion - yes.  But I feel dramatic - that's part of the problem.  The "stuff" I was looking forward to is gone.  I LOVE alone time.  I don't like being lonely.  It feels lonely right now.

Not to get all granola-crunchie and woo-woo, but I think the old Universe is telling me to get off my butt and make some changes.  My life hiatus was great, but now I need to take what I learned and incorporate it back into productive living.  Time to make the donuts.

Saying this "out loud" (i.e. in writing) feels good, stops the pretending, gets me taking steps to end this funk.  As I said earlier, the timing is good.  Empty nest is back starting Friday.  Hubby is out of town for the weekend and most of next week.  Lots of ME time to get working on ME.  I have a number of podcast I want to check out - some good motivational stuff.  AND ... a foster is probably coming my way this week (LOVE).

I thought this post might be a Debbie-Downer, but it actually feels good when I read it back (looking for those elusive typos that don't show up until I publish).  Acknowledging is empowering.  Thanks for listening to my CRAZY.