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?