Fighting the Funk

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I think I speak for many of us when I bring up the topic of funk.  It’s like we got up on the wrong side of the bed and can’t quite put a finger on the cause of our downcast attitude.  On the outside we perform our normal daily routine.  But on the inside we feel restless, perhaps even a little sad — or lost.  It’s as if there’s a void that desperately needs filling.  Sometimes we seek solace in our dreams about Someday.  And other times we just hope this will be the morning we wake up on the right side of the bed.

In one of my posts I mentioned my frequent funks and my assumption they’re caused by 1) my lack of gainful employment, and 2) because my calling was sketchy, at best (or so I thought).  Although both are valid reasons, I believe funks can also be caused by boredom.  Or exhaustion.  Or lack of direction — not knowing what you were created for … what your passion is.  Or maybe you know what it is but logistics force you to live that part of your life in the shadows.  For now.

Thankfully, I have been funk-free for several weeks.  Maybe it’s my new job, as well as a regular paycheck for my efforts, or it could be a combination of factors.  From work and writing, to household tasks, training for a mini triathlon (scheduled for 2015), running for HOA board membership, joining a writing club or two, to several random outlets, I fight the funk by keeping busy and filling each day with things I’m passionate about.  A periodic review of my gratitude journal doesn’t hurt, either.  And the knowledge that Someday will be waiting for me when I finally arrive. ~ cs

Always the write time to: fill the empty spaces.  This week I attended scribes @ ASU — the writing club I co-founded in 2010 — and plan to get involved with another group and attend more readings, as well, in order to surround myself with a network of other lovers of the written word.

Time to Think: A Personal Challenge

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Time is a quirky thing.  Over the years, we learn that time heals many wounds.  It also goes fast when you’re having fun; conversely, it drags when you’re bored (or waiting for something important).  The concept of time matters little when you’re on vacation, but a tenth of a second makes all the difference in the world when you’re competing in a marathon.

We are advised to spend our time wisely because it can only be used once.  We become busy, lose track of time or just don’t have the time to spare.  Or perhaps you are one of the lucky ones who “has more time than money.”  Time is money.

Sometimes you’re simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

An acquaintance of mine recently learned a middle school friend still loves her all these years later.  Neither time nor distance has diminished or erased her childhood friend’s feelings.   Another woman I know reconnected with a man she’d met and lost track of nearly two decades earlier and discovered they now share a mutual love.  Unfortunately for them, time has become the longest distance between two places.

With time, we’re all created equally.  But I’m a firm believer that it’s never too late … in other words, it’s always the write time: to make a decision, to instigate change, to rekindle a relationship, to learn something new, to figure out what you want to do when you grow up, to start over, to keep the faith that Someday is close enough to touch.  After all, time waits for no man — or woman.  What is it time for you to do?  ~ cs


Always the write time to: live the life I was created for.  It’s time to add #2 to my list of dreams.



What You See is What You Get

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After nearly a week of full-time employment, I’m pleased to announce that the adjustment hasn’t been too traumatic.  I’ve rearranged my rise-and-shine time, as well as my gym time, chore  time, social time, cooking, writing and bedtimes.  I’ve gone with the flow (i.e., strapping on my pink tool belt to repair a leaky faucet at home and juggling a bit of transportation conflicts)  even when everything hasn’t always gone my way.  All in all, however, it’s been a relatively smooth ride.

For one thing, it’s truly refreshing to work for a boss whose main concern is delivering quality product to the consumer.  But one of the best parts for me is I don’t have to pretend I’m  someone I’m not.  Because starting with the interview, I’ve made a point to be transparent and portray the professional I am: someone who’s not too old to stop learning but too old to play games.  A team player with the ability to have fun, while at the same time manage multiple projects, placate an irate caller, sweet talk a vendor and admit when I don’t have all the answers.   Which means I simply get to do the job I was hired to do.  And continue making adjustments as necessary … starting with a larger Franklin (day planner). ~ cs


Always the write time to: be myself.  Sometimes my immaturity still bubbles out over the top, but when that happens, I simply laugh at myself,  apologize (if necessary) and move on.


Change + Growing Pains = Adjustments

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At the end of this week I fulfilled my contractual commitment for one venture and completed five days at a new venture in my dream field.  But as much as I enjoyed the routine of rising each day and joining others in a mutual pursuit, after a dozen plus years of working part-time or freelance (or attending college), I need an adjustment period to this full-time gig.

Admittedly, I’ve been spoiled.  I’ve traveled across country and met friends for breakfast or mid-afternoon yogurt runs, slept in and indulged in naps.  I’ve spent the summers doing my own thing, picking up and going on a moment’s notice.   I’ve planned my days, filling them with chores and errands and appointments.  But now eight hours of my day are no longer my own, and I  still have to figure out how I’m going to keep up with the household tasks, provide timely meals for my family, hit the gym six days a week, pursue my various writing endeavors and whatever else a good portion of the population manages to successfully accomplish Monday through Friday.

Growing pains.  It happens when we’re kids and our muscles and joints ache.  It happens at the gym week after week as I get stronger and fitter.  It happens when we need to learn  something new and we think there’s no way we can possibly absorb any more information.  And it happens when we stretch ourselves, sacrificing our comfort zone in order to grasp the prize  we’ve set our hearts on.   Or if we’re completely honest, perhaps the sacrifice is really in the wait — when we grin and bear it even when it aches — because we know what is ahead for us on the other side of the fence. ~ cs


Always the write time to:  make adjustments.  This coming week I plan to keep my outside-of-work schedule pretty loose, so I can play around with timing and hopefully make the  transition from part-time to full-time employment a little smoother.