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!
Deborah says
I remember Prof. Moulds telling us to never make a life-changing decision in Jan/Feb. Everybody is crabby and everybody is sick of it all.
This, too, shall pass.
Brad says
I think one of the bits of wisdom that experience brings is to be able to acknowledge when you’re feeling funky. It only helps a little though, because even though you know feelings will pass, they certainly don’t feel like they will.
Peggy says
I’m quite familiar with layers of emotions….but I do like to talk them out…and I think being in a funk sounds like it’s no big deal…but having been in numerous funks….they kind of stink. It’s kind of like a bad cold….it’s not a serious ailment but UGH!
And Lauren, you are deep, meaningful, genuine, and awesome! I say start writing that poetry … add your awesome drawings …. and say hello to your 1st million!
Kristi says
Professor Moulds was exactly right! Have you hit the winter blahs??? You, my dear, are so wise to know that you are in the funk. That’s half the battle right there.
And, hey, it’s okay to hold onto your card. Make the first grader wait. It will teach him patience, and he’s gonna need a lot of it as an adult.