I’m over here …
Our power went out last week.
(Like more than a hundred thousand other folks.)
This website went down last week.
(I didn’t have the time or ability to address the situation until today.)
I spent some time this weekend being sad about a handful of things and life is just like that, right?
It’s November and this entire year has been like the B side of some cassette tape.
I’d say it’s been no one’s favorite.
I’m trying to write Chapter Three of my book and I just can’t think of anything to say.
Going to the grocery store feels like a burden.
After I finished reading my last book, I can’t think of anything else I want to read.
Sometimes I just walk around my house and sigh. Deeply.
I think this is called a Funk.
And I’m wallowing in it.
Here’s what I do see around me and know to be good and true and right:
A daughter playing the piano without prompting.
A tidy living room despite all the humans who have lounged in it today.
A work to do list that was almost all accomplished today.
Dear friends who sit in the valley with me some days.
Weather that is cold enough to need a sweatshirt.
A long walk with my boys.

I know it’s out there. And in here.
The Funk.
I also know the good is hanging around too.
I’ll try to push through the one to get to the other.
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