But what is it?
I am in that mode where I want to run to the moon and I think a lot of others are in the same shape. A friend/neighbor stopped by today and said that she was in a funk and she can’t figure out how to get out of it. Another friend/neighbor stopped in to say that she is living too much in her head and can’t seem to feel fun and whacky.
I watched a video clip that a friend had taken of me hopping up and down to Michael Franti but instead of seeing the joy in my face, I was focusing on the jiggle in my body and hating myself for having spent the last few weeks in major indulgence mode even though that means something SO different than it did ten even five years ago. But I hated myself for hating myself.
I decided today the funk was here, I feel funky, I have PJFB and so does everyone else around here even Tin who keeps asking me if we are going to Jazz Fest and who pulled out the newspaper that my friend/neighbor brought over because he remembered that Trombone Shorty’s picture was in it.