Fighting The Funk

I love being back in Nashville I do. I love my job. I love my house. I love living someplace where fall means college football, crisp mornings, and foliage, glorious foliage.

But I’d be lying if I said that everyday is sunshine and smiley faces.

Truth be told, this weekend I’ve fought the funk. You know the one that has you ogling your half empty glass, asking the dreaded ‘what ifs’, and questioning your purpose and value? That funk.

I’ve been traveling a lot. I’m tired, worn out, and feeling disconnected. And I, who typically am especially gifted in the intentional pursuit of my friends, have zero energy to play that game.  Making matters seem worse, I still am assessing who I am after a year in California and how people have evolved in my absence.

I’m different. They are different. Life is different.

Well, it all got the best of me and this weekend I had to go head-to-head with the funk.

I’ll leave you with a few random observations that I’ve found in the midst of my wrestling…

We all have our highs and our lows. We need to be honest with ourselves and acknowledge when all is not right in our souls.

Grief comes in waves. The waves get smaller and less frequent but they continue to lap the shore. And that’s okay.

Our perspective shapes everything. Every thing. But unfortunately, shifting our perspective is often easier said than done.

Grace. I need to swim in it. I need to let it permeate my entire being. I need to stop being so hard on myself. I need to take deep breaths and choose grace. Again. And again.

What are some observations you have on fighting the funk? 


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Lindsey has a sincere love for her precious dogs Molly and Maisy, a good red wine and the Delta Sky Club.

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  • This was me a couple of weeks ago. Every bit of truth that tried to push its way into my heart was attacked and fought back by cynism and negativity. I let it fester and then I melted down and the only way to get out of it was to fall on my face with blubbery eyes and a snotty face and admit I had let myself become more important than HIM. It hurt a bit, but in the long run, it was worth it. And it was such a reminder of His grace, His new mercies and His unending love that he chooses to pour out on me even when my flesh spits in his face.

    • lindseyrnobles

      Yes. Thank you for sharing.

  • Love this!! I hear you in fighting the funk… transitions are so tough like that. Keep fighting though. Jesus has such goodness in this new season. Thanks so much for your truth and encouragement!!

    • lindseyrnobles

      Thanks Stephanie for the encouragement.

  • Hollie

    I hear you on this…thank you for sharing and putting out there.

    • lindseyrnobles

      Thanks Hollie.

  • I fight the funk by running.

    As a side note, you can always fight the funk by visiting me :

    • lindseyrnobles

      I’ll run there 🙂

  • Sweet Lindsey! You don’t know me. A friend of mine told me a little about you, so i started following you on twitter. Thank you for this blog post today. I have so been there and this weekend was a funk for me at times as well. I too moved from Nashville (murfreesboro) to California 3 years ago for an 18 month internship at a church in Orange County. It was one of the hardest transitions for me, after being there for only 6 months the minister/author i was working under was laid off and i moved back home to Tennessee. It was hard to come back. Even when my best friends were here, it was still very hard. I am thankful now, i have started a ministry for teenagers here in Rutherford County and couldn’t be more thankful to live out my passion with hurting teens.

    Thank you for your openness and honesty. I am a single 31 year old and this season of life is very hard. Your vulnerability helps me when you share your struggles. I am a counselor and help teens on a daily basis, but it helps me tremendously when i know there are others in the same season of life with some of the same struggles.

    AND yes, running is the best for me when i need to get out of a funk…its a great time for just me and Jesus to walk things out!
    Thank you!

    • lindseyrnobles

      Thanks Renee! Glad to know that it’s not just me.

  • Margaret

    My friend fights the funk by giving herself 24 hours to sit in it. If any grief or something else unexpected in wallowing underneath the surface, it may come up then. Maybe she is just tired. After her 24 hours is up–she tries to tackle it and move through/past it.

    • lindseyrnobles

      I love that. My new funk-fighting methodology. 🙂

  • i so get this. love being here, but it’s hard all the same.

    (love you, lind’z.)

    • lindseyrnobles

      Yes. Yes. Yes.

  • Lindsey, this was me 6 years ago when I moved to Ireland from Romania. I had no one here so I found it really tough to fight the funk… even now, six years later I find myself facing it from time to time but now it is easier. I surround myself with friends and I remind myself of all the great things I am blessed with. I remind myself that every time I felt like this in the past, every time I questioned my purpose and I couldn’t see past the funk, when I needed it the most things turned around and evrything worked out for the best. I believe we need the funk to be able to fully enjoy the good things that are ahead of us. Everything has a purpose… we just need to accept it, as it is all part of the greater plan.

    • lindseyrnobles

      Yes. So true. So true.

  • Gina Smith

    Ha! I’m cracking up! I stumbled upon your blog, and the design is so close to mine! Maybe we’ll meet at Allume! You seem like an awesome young lady!!

  • My wife and I are both on staff at our church, so life gets busy. Recently we’ve started something new with fighting the ‘funk.’ Every 3 months we each take a turn getting out of town for a 3-day Sabbatical. She’ll take off while I’m home with the kids, then we trade. We usually get a priceline hotel deal, refrain from social media, ministry calls and emails, and simply rest with Jesus in stillness. It is so amazing. And we come back to family and ministry with renewed energy and focus.