negative to positive

Without realizing it, I have slipped into a funk.  I love to cook, and haven’t had the energy, I’ve been sleeping more, and still feeling exhausted, I’ve been letting the housework go (and go, and go), and I haven’t as of yet been able to get off my butt and get back into any type of exercise.

I know where it comes from.  It comes from being so close to big, positive changes in my life, but having to bide my time until they can happen.  It comes from being apart from The Man, and being ready to do something new, but being unable to at this very moment.  It comes from the gradual wearing down that any special needs parent feels.  And it snowballs, until it is too overwhelming to do anything.

So for the past couple of days, I have been wearing a rubber band on my wrist to remind me to stay positive, and to bite my tongue if I complain.  It seems to be working, so far.

I also fit in 20 minutes of yoga on my busiest day this week. It really did help me to relax, and reminded me how much I enjoy it (and how much I needed the exercise – sore muscles!).  It gave me 20 minutes to be still and think about everything in my life for which I should be thankful, too.

Yep.  We’ll start with that.  Baby steps.  I’ll keep you posted.


2 thoughts on “Funk

  1. Sorry to hear that you’re feeling the wrong kind of funky. The good thing is that you’ve identified where it’s coming from, that’s always a huge step in the right direction. Hang in there 🙂

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