Life is good.
I have an amazing family.
My friends are the best in the world.
I have a beautiful home, a great job, the sun is shining…
So why am I in this funk?
I can’t pinpoint exactly when it started. It wasn’t one thing in particular that got me down in the dumps. There’s just been a bit of a blah haze clouding my view for a few days now.
And before my mother gets all melodramatic, calls a therapist and stages an intervention, let me just say that I’m fine. I’m not teetering on an emotional or psychological edge. I’m not curled up in bed refusing to open the curtains and face the world. I’m okay.
I’m just kind of blah. In a funk. And it’s frustrating because I don’t know how to get out of it.
Today, while I was wallowing in my haze of blahness (pretty sure that’s not a word, but it should be), a friend called. He just wanted to chat because he’s having a rough couple of days. No particular reason… he’s just in a bit of a blah zone.
And suddenly, things didn’t seem that bad. It’s not like the haze cleared and leprechauns and unicorns started dancing on rainbows while a marching band played Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah. But things didn’t seem that bad.
Sometimes all you need is to know is that you’re not in the funk alone. The haze of blahness isn’t as thick when you’re looking at it with someone else. Thanks, friend J