Knowledge of self often comes at the hand of suffering.
Whoa! Where did that come from?
I have been in a funk for the last few days- mopy, lethargic – you get the idea. I haven’t slept well, haven’t eaten well, haven’t done my best to take care of myself. Not sure where that coming from, but I decided this morning I didn’t want to feel this way. You could say I was sick and tired of being sick and tired. I just decided I am the only person who can make me feel this way. I can be mopy and allow myself to remain in this funk, or I can pull my head out of my butt and turn it around.
First order of the day – make the bed. If you make it, it won’t come. “It” being the urge to crawl back under the covers and morph into a slug. I understand my early-morning start time really puts this Middle-Aged Head (and body) through the ringer. That leaves my days off to catch up on sleep – but that doesn’t mean I’m given license waste my day.
Second order – turn off the computer. I have a weakness for Spider Solitaire. Damn you, Microsoft! You’ve tapped into my brain, performing some computer geek mind meld and forcing me into wasting precious time playing this card game! A pox on your house! Seriously, I use this game not only for mindless recreation, but as an avoidance technique. Which would you rather do – play a few hands of Spider Solitaire or do this dishes?
Third order – crank up the tunes! This is the anti-funk! No, I have nothing against George Clinton/Parliament/Funkadelic. I love that music! The funk of which I refer is the downward spiraling mood that I want to avoid. Music is the pilot on the stick, bringing me out of the nose dive and leveling me out. I loaded up the 5-disc player with Rolling Stones (Let It Bleed, Exile on Main Street and Some Girls) and cranked it up. Funk gone! Break the silence and play the music – often. That is the antidote. I feel so much better.
Unfortunately, the dishes are still sitting in the sink. One step at a time…..