In a funk
There haven’t been many times in my life during which I’ve been in a funk.
But this is one of them.
I feel completely ridiculous for being in said funk.
I have so much for which to be thankful.
A beautiful home. A loving partner. An adorable wigglypup. A great family who loves and supports me. A home church family who — no matter how long I stay away — welcomes me back with open arms whenever I venture back.
I’ve been lucky enough in this lifetime to be graced with the gift of perspective. I’ve seen what it means to be in need. I know I “have” plenty … More than plenty … More than I need.
But the funk has arrived. And has stayed much longer than I care for it to stay.
So Readers … This is me, reaching out to you.
Have you ever been in a funk? A deep one that lasts and lasts?
What did you do?
I’d love to hear your stories. This gal needs some inspiration, please.