Sorry for the lack of posting this week; with being out of town this past weekend I’ve had much to catch up on. My trip was wonderful and I have much to share, but not this post; I don’t have the time nor the desire when in a funk.
Without spilling my guts and dwelling on the negative, it has been a trying week for me at work. Change can sometimes be difficult but sometimes the lack of change can be even harder. I have to stop and remind myself that this position will not become my career, that I have been able to do my job thus far with the resources given to me and that I’ll be able to continue to do so until it’s time for me to move on to my next adventure. I have a job that supports my lifestyle and for that I am grateful.
When I’m in a funk there are two things that pick me up: flowers and a date.
Our Flower Scout CSA delivery instantly lifted my spirits and I just can’t get over how gorgeous that simple purple peony is. And the roses! The other two have started to open up just perfectly; reminding me to slow down and smell them each time I pass the small kitchen table. The beau treated me to dinner at our favorite place, and two friends joined us for good conversation. I ate. I drank. I vented. I walked home and slept until the sun rose early this morning. It’s a new day and for that I am happy.
What cheers you up when in a funk? Sometimes I just need a day or three and things will clear out of my head and out of mind.