Funk Be Gone

"I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do everything through HIM who gives me strength. Yet it was good of you to share in my troubles." Philippians 4:12-14

I'm in a Funk and it BITES.

This morning, after taking the girls to school, I returned home and sought HIS infinite wisdom and strength and was lead to the above verse. I do not typically portray my weaknesses. Or share my troubles. I am a fighter and a hard worker and I have faith.

I know in my heart that HE is in charge and most times when I feel like this, the day gets better if I let it. If I believe it. If I will it to be so.

But today's introspection has shown me the benefit of allowing others to share in my troubles.

I haven't been feeling very bloggy lately. Obviously! When was the last time I went over a week without posting? Espech when that week included milestones like...

A Valentine's Day with my (rockstar, made for me, sends me sweet texts everyday just when I need them, reads my mind and makes my world) Husband

A 5th Birthday for my MollyB

MJ conquering her two-wheeler

Me hosting a baby shower for my sister in law...

So many pictures and fun, exciting events! Yet...still no energy to put them to words. No energy to do much of anything. Just a cloudy, heavy haze that I walk around in, hoping tomorrow I wake with some sense of renewal.

This happens to me every so often. Usually when there is so much on my plate I don't know exactly what to do next. So I just don't do anything...like an Ostrich, I stick my head in the sand and sorta let everything pile up and spin out of control while I sit back and watch. And when I let one thing get out of control...other areas of my life soon follow suit. 

I haven't run in a over a week.

I haven't made dinner in days.

I've needed to go to the grocery store since last Wednesday.

I ate McDonald's TWICE in three days.
The beds aren't made.
Breakfast is still on the kitchen table.
My last shower was Friday.

I have no idea the balance in my checking account.

Or the number of emails or tweets or Etsy convos or Facebook messages I need to return.

I just went to move the wash to the dryer and realized it was a load I started 3 days ago.

So I sat back down on the couch.
There were tears.

Yesterday I could've gotten a million things done...but instead I ate ice cream and read The Last Song from cover to cover. Literally. OSTRICH!

I share this not to depress you too, or make anyone worry. But more as a cathartic release of all this ICK. As a metamorphosis of sorts. I'm done being an Ostrich. Today, post post...I resolve to be a Phoenix and rise out of this funk.

Post post, there will be cleaning and singing...music must be involved. There will be opened windows and opened emails...a run must occur. THIS verse will be repeated again and again in my head. Today will begin a sort of Project 413 on my life, my attitude, my expectations. Who knows...by days end, there might even be a picture or two for you to enjoy.