I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately. Nothing major, and certainly nothing I want to talk about (I’m not the ‘talk it over’ kind of funky feeler), so please don’t call. But over the past couple of days I’ve noticed how emotions color everything. In fact, we used to have a ‘saying a day’ calendar that said something about how emotions feel so unchangeable – until they change. It said it much more eloquently and coherently than I just did, but remember – I’m in a funk.
Anyway, today I noticed how it came in layers of feelings. I got out of the truck and there was my footprint in the snow, headed the opposite direction. “Yep. I was here yesterday. That’s Lauren goin’ home after doing the same old thing.” The little things that are usually easily brushed off are more irritating. Playing my third early-morning game of Animal Matchers with an excitable first grader and his moody younger sister, well, it gets a little old when he keeps grabbing the card out of my hand so he can get to his turn quicker. Being and speaking positively to the children who need redirection, it’s all good, but it’s been tiring. Just feeling a little hollow inside. But I know this will change.
So, I guess there’s not much coming out of this post other than the fact that I’m a big whiner that wants to write melancholy poetry and have it published so everyone can see and realize how deep and meaningful I’ve truly become. Lacking the skills of a poet, this ol’ post will have to do.
So, am I deep? Meaningful? Full of it?
C’mon, next emotion!