It’s been pretty quiet around here this weekend. The radio silence could be explained away in any number of ways: I was busy, I was tired, I needed to unplug.
But because I’m a believer of the lovely Jess Constable and her willingness to be brave and honest about her life, I’m not going to make any excuses.
I’m gonna give it to you straight, friends: I’m in a funk.
For the last few weeks, I’ve been fighting this funk every way I know how.
I tried talking my way out of it (thank heavens for unlimited mobile-to-mobile minutes). I tried to lose myself in work and ignore it. I even tried exercising (yuck!).
I tried to hide from it. We spent the night at a bed and breakfast. I even took a day of vacation, and we ate ice cream and took the scenic route. I took beautiful pictures of creaky old buildings. But the funk was here waiting when we got home.
I tried to cook it away. This worked well for me through most of graduate school. For the last ten days, I’ve been camped out at thepioneerwoman—creamy chicken spaghetti casserole, grilled chicken with lemon basil pasta, pasta with pesto cream sauce, birthday cake batter popcorn. All deliciously ineffective.
So it’s time to face facts. The funk isn’t going anywhere.
This very persistent funk got me thinking. Clearly, my go-to tactics aren’t working. I need a new approach.
Again, taking my cue from the brilliant Jess, I’m going to try gratitude. Yep. I’m embracing the cheese factor. Trying to cultivate an attitude of gratitude. I aspire to gratitude, but it does not come naturally to me.
Every week, Jess posts a group of photos showing things she is grateful for (check out this week’s photos). If you don’t read her fantastic blog, Makeundermylife, you should. Go there as soon as you’re done here.
I don’t know if this will work. The funk is powerful. But I’m going to try.
Here’s the plan: With apologies to fatmumslim, I’m going to take the month off from the photo-a-day challenge. I will try to post something new every day. And my hope is that the gratitude will combat the funk.
We’ll see how it goes. I have so much to be grateful for, and counting your blessings is good for the soul.
Feel free to chime in with a comment. I want to hear what you’re grateful for, too. We can all be grateful together. One big happy gratitude fest. Celebrate gr-april-tude with me.
Yeah, that totally didn’t work. But you know what I mean.
Let’s start this right.