What the Funk? 04/13/2010
 
Yesterday a familiar old feeling snuck up on me, seemingly from out of nowhere. It’s a feeling that I’ve come to know as “the Funk.”

Not to be confused with the Red Hot Chili Peppers bass guitar kinda funk; there’s nothing cool, outrageous or even remotely awesome about this funk. No, this is the kinda funk that’ll have you eating Chunky Monkey straight out of the Ben & Jerry’s container if you’re not careful.

It’s the kinda funk that used to really throw me off my game and have me questioning my life, my purpose and (in cases of extreme funk) my sanity. But lately, I’ve learned to just let these emotions of funkiness roll over me like a fog that’ll soon lift.

I’ve learned that not every day is full of bright sunshine, but that doesn’t mean the sun doesn’t exist. Eventually, the sun will break through to burn off the funkified fog that’s temporarily taken up residence in my brain. Until then, I just dim my lights a little bit, slow down the car, and keep on driving.
 


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