Funk

There is something to be said about funks.

My entire life, I have run from the feeling of being in a funk.

Being in a funk must mean that I am failing, I would think.

Being in a funk is bad, I would think.

I am always supposed to be happy and grateful and joyful and if I'm not, then I am a bad, ungrateful person who needs more Jesus in my life.

That was really engrained in my mind.

It's not true.

It's a lie.

Being in a funk is not a bad thing.

We are supposed to feel.

All of it.

If we stay there, that can be bad.

If we choose to just live in a lack of joy, that is very bad.

But, to be in a funk is life.

We are mortal.

My mouth is hurting again.

I am up every other or every two nights vomiting all night.

I am not sleeping.

I am still on soft foods.

I feel so tired, and for that reason I haven't been going to the gym for a week.

I need sunlight.

As I stretch and grow and learn in my new business, I am wanting more from people.

I get very impatient with myself and my goals.

So, this morning I wrote my daily goals AGAIN.

I do this each morning.

I turned on a podcast.

And, I reached out to my director.

She said exactly what I was needing for encouragement and direction.

I am re-energized.

My mouth still hurts.

A lot.

I still need to see a doctor about vomiting and not sleeping and having ear pain for weeks.

I still need to go to the gym and at least stand in ultra-violet rays.

I still need to DO THE WORK.

But, I do feel motivated.

More than yesterday.

Funks are not failures.

They are the ability to feel and to figure it out.