I am no longer funky.
Being as we’re not talking about my musical career, that’s a good thing.
I am almost un-funked. Do you get the funk, Friends? I really am curious. I mean, the nothing-will-cheer-you-nothing-goes-your-way funk. I think most people get this way for a few days or a week at a time. Maybe a combination of a misplaced moon and some impossibly human problems we’re intent on stewing over. I find it always passes. Me, I just lay low for a while.
You know what started to part the funky clouds for me? A lot of talking, and stumbling up something I hadn’t thought about – relative freedom. As a pair, we have no mortgage, no children, no life-long career jobs. Yeah, you’re getting the idea. If we ultimately decide that we’re not happy here, we honestly can go anywhere and do anything we want. Fairly easily. I’m certainly not saying that we’re unhappy, or that it’s even time to make a call on that, but options are nice. Freedom is good. The realization really did make me feel better. Started to clear the funk.
And anyway, I was starting to feel emotionally indulgent and spoiled. So, in the last few days, I drug myself outside. Really forced myself. I planted some lilies and irises. I put shovel in earth for the first time in over a week. I made an effort to chat with friends (even if I didn’t want to), as opposed to hiding. I listened to my favorite calming, beautiful new age music station. I lit a nice smelling candle. I remembered that eliminating ugliness is as simple as staying away from it. I got in front of the piano and reminded myself that learning new music is something I enjoy, as opposed to something I am afraid of. Opened up a big can of Funk-Be-Gone. And it went.
Wish I had a bit of real wisdom here. I don’t. But I do have some new lilies, irises, a butterfly bush, and a lilac. I figure that stuff is just as good as wisdom.