I am in a funk, at least that is what Jim and I call it. It has been this way on and off for the last almost two weeks. I just can’t seem to shake it.
It isn’t anything to life altering, meaning I can function normally; I am just not happy. Sure I can put on a happy face for an hour or two, but as soon as we are back home the funk settles in again.
I have been trying to find the source of the funk, since for me that usually helps with getting rid of it. However I haven’t been able to pin point just one thing.
Some of it is the post-holiday let down. You know after all the decorations get taken down and parties are over and life goes back to normal.
Then there is the gloomy Seattle weather. While this normally doesn’t start to get to me until March, I think our constant grey is bugging me. Plus there isn’t any sign of snow and I love the snow.
Next could be the few extra pounds that appeared last month. GRRR! Those are never good for the mindset.
It could also be that the beginning of the year reminds me how fast life goes. Jack is seven. Will turns three in March. And I am 37. While I usually love my birthday and don’t mind getting older, that changed this year and I have started to think about closing in on 40. Ug.
I am also reminded of the things I didn’t accomplish last year and how I want to do them this year, but am having trouble getting motivated.
So put all those elements together and you get funk. Funk usually means a shorter temper, no patience and lack of motivation, all of which don’t help the funk.
I am hoping that the visit from my sister’s family this weekend will help. We always have a good time with them. Paul and I cook fun dishes. I get to see my nephews and spend great time with my sis. Too bad she is still breast feeding, so I am not sure if she will be up for drinking champagne. Maybe champagne, football and Baby Finn will rid me of the funk.