I've been in a funk the last couple weeks. Nothing specific, but every now and then I get into this funk where everything feels very day in and day out, repetitive. Laundry, refereeing the children, work, grocery shopping, dinner, pay the bills, sleep and repeat. Repetitive.
Two years ago when things got very funk-like, I spontaneously booked a flight to Denver. That helped.
Some years I just fight through it in a pull up my bootstraps type of way.
I committed to coaching Girls on the Run again. Just last night. Very unplanned like. (I hadn't thought it would fit in our schedule this season with a now working teenager slash babysitter) Funny thing was - I didn't know it was going to pull me out of my funk, but instantly I have a bounce to my step. I'm writing lists in my head, working on getting things done, anxious for a busy schedule while being a bit nervous about already busy Tuesdays, and excited to lace up my running shoes again.
I enjoy coaching.
I just didn't realize that I enjoy it so much that it would de-funk me. Bonus!
- Coach T