(Do you remember that song? I was going to title this something about being in a funk but then that song popped into my head and I had to use that title instead. Because…if I have an earworm…you have to have an earworm.)
Do you ever wish someone would walk by you and slap you out of a funk? Like, you know there’s no valid reason to be in a funk, but you’re in one anyway? Well, I mean, there’s a reason. My allergies suck, I stress-ate for a week about riding a bike, we are nearing my due-date from the pregnancy I lost months ago, rainy days and various screw-ups relating to a volunteer gig I have. Those are all very valid reasons to be in a funk, but none of them have solutions. If something is bringing you down that you can’t do anything about? The only way out of the funk is to be slapped.
SOMEONE SLAP ME.
I remember when I used to be a regular church-goer, the weekly homily/sermon at Sunday mass would be a point of inspiration or rejuvenation and I would start a new week with a spring in my step and ready to conquer the world with new spiritual fervor. Now just I do a lot of laundry and vacuuming on Sundays. There is nothing inspirational in that.
What I need is some sort of potential for weekly inspiration. Like my own personal TED talks or something. Every Sunday morning I need someone awesome to talk to me about something awesome. I need to start my week with motivational words and stories and possibly cute pictures of kittens.
Hmmm…Wes is sitting next to me as I type this and watching a cartoon with a character named “Maria” in it; causing him to spontaneously erupt into the song “Maria” from West Side Story. Maybe I don’t need to look outside of my home for inspiration to pull me out of a funk. Maybe I just need to listen to my 4-year old sing songs from Tony Award winning musicals.