Defunkifying

This past week put me in quite a funk.  It felt like bad news was pouring from the skies on both a personal and worldly level.

And to make matters worse, it felt like there was no escaping it.  I would turn on the TV in hopes of escaping my life for a bit and hear about Libya, the aftermath of devastating earthquakes, or the stupid, stupid antics of Charlie Sheen.  I swear if I ran into that Charlie Sheen I would flick him the forehead, drop his ass in the middle of Detroit, and let him get the crap beat out of him as he complains about his so called problems.  Let's see if he is still "Winning" after that.  But I digress.

Back to the funk.  So I am in this funk and nothing is making me feel better.  Little B is teething and is not her usual happy-go-lucky self.  She is breaking my heart, pushing me away and only wanting Daddy. TV is boring. I can't seem to find a good book to lose myself in.  Cooking seems like more of a chore than something I enjoy. Even blogging, which I usual really like, has lost its appeal. 

So all week, I let myself brew in my funk.  Let it soak into my pores.  Because sometimes you just have to recognize when something is bad enough that you can't put a sunshiney spin on it.  You have to admit that watching Anne of Green Gables for the 372nd time won't fix whatever is bothering you this time. So that is exactly what I did.  I admitted it and I chose to OWN my funk.

But now, it is time to de-funkify.  I am not one to stay down for too long.  I have brewed enough in my funk that I am ready to throw it off my shoulders, dust myself off, and go search for my smile. 

So here's how I am gonna do it...

• Girls' Night is tonight.  I am going to get all gussied up and hang with my girls who never fail to make me laugh.  I'm talking the full gussy treatment - eyeliner, dangly earrings, red patent leather heels.  Oh yeh!  And of course, you know I will be getting ready with some awesome girly-going-out music playing in the background.

• Tomorrow I am gonna dig in some dirt.  Nothing like being a hot, sweaty mess while planting fragile seedlings to get a girl back to basics.

• Meal Planning Mondays are back on.  I always feel better when there is good food in my belly and stress-free plan to get it there.

• Words with Friends.  My friend Jessica has recently introduced me to this new addiction.  I am kicking ass.  Finally my AP English courses are paying off.  Makes me feel like overachiever and that feels good right about now.  Anyone want to play? ckduarte... come and find me. 

• The annual Girls Camping Trip is in the works.  It has been on hiatus for a couple years due to boys, babies, jobs, and whatever else life has thrown our way.  If my love of smores, wine-in-a-box, and campfire girl talk can't make smile, then I am doomed.

• And last, but not least - I am making a pie. I am talking real crust, dripping with calories, awesome pie.  I have earned it.

And as I type this, my smile is already returning.  Little B has decided that she is on speaking terms with me again and is dancing her butt off.  She looks hilarious and laughs everytime that I look at her.

I am off to go dance with her.

Smile returning!  Winning!

Image by Nelson Simonea