I’m over here …

Our power went out last week.

(Like more than a hundred thousand other folks.)

This website went down last week.

(I didn’t have the time or ability to address the situation until today.)

I spent some time this weekend being sad about a handful of things and life is just like that, right?

Today I read this old post about Otto’s first sentence and goodness, I’m glad I wrote that down because I had no actual memory of that moment until I reread it here.

It’s November and this entire year has been like the B side of some cassette tape.

I’d say it’s been no one’s favorite.

I’m trying to write Chapter Three of my book and I just can’t think of anything to say.

Going to the grocery store feels like a burden.

After I finished reading my last book, I can’t think of anything else I want to read.

Sometimes I just walk around my house and sigh. Deeply.

I think this is called a Funk.

And I’m wallowing in it.

Here’s what I do see around me and know to be good and true and right:

A daughter playing the piano without prompting.
A tidy living room despite all the humans who have lounged in it today.
A work to do list that was almost all accomplished today.
Dear friends who sit in the valley with me some days.
Weather that is cold enough to need a sweatshirt.
A long walk with my boys.

I know it’s out there. And in here.

The Funk.

I also know the good is hanging around too.

I’ll try to push through the one to get to the other.

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