I have been devoid of words for the last few days. I have felt unmotivated to read or write and that is very unlike me. I have no clear excuse for the change in my patterns, but have felt a shift in my mood. A funk seems to have settled in the corners of my brain and is spreading like a low-lying fog making everything in its path disappear.
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I took my dog for a walk this morning and this was the sky that followed us as we forged ahead. Perhaps it is a sign to me that the light will shine through once again and life will get back to normal. I have missed reading blogs by my fellow WPer’s and vow to kick these blahs to the curb and feel that flow of creativity once again.
I hope you all have a happy Friday and a great weekend to follow.
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Oftentimes the clearest of days begin with foggy mornings, Susan. Eventually, the sun burns away the fog and we can appreciate the warmth even more.
Hang in there and remember that even the foggy haze serves a purpose 😉
Thanks Ned. I’m sure it has something to do with Mother’s Day being just around the corner.
Without question that notion has settled over you. I’m actually in a small bit of funk myself this morning; my grandmother’s birthday was today, 102 years ago. She passed way in 2008 a few days after Mother’s Day at age 96. I brought her photo to work today. I swear, of that damned Pandora plays Fleetwood-Mac’s “Landslide” I’ll break 😉
Aw….I’m sure she was with you today. 🙂
So much so that I couldn’t help but write a post about her, which was almost like having her here 😉
Take your time. Life has obviously been rough for you.
But it’s FRIDAY!!!!
Working on making it a brighter day.
Hope you write yourself a bright day soon.
Me too.
I think fog is the mind’s way of telling us to hang back for a bit. I know you’ll be back when you’re ready. Have a beautiful weekend, Susan!
Thanks Janna…you as well.
I like this post not because you are in a funk. I like your candor in describing said funk.
Funks happen. All you can do is ride it out and know that it’ll pass. Take care.