This past weekend and into the week was tough. As in, Dodge Ram tough. And by Tuesday I was feeling the weight of many things stacked and layering, giving me the distinct desire to dive quickly under the covers with only my Austen books and lemon cookies to see me through.
Ever felt that way? In MAY?
But something beautiful happened. A few beautiful things. And I want to pass on this little tidbit I relearned through them.
That is, to honestly, openly, and in a very raw and real way go through it. First, I had to acknowledge that I was, indeed, in a funk. Then, I had to do something about it (not right away, of course, because a funk—in and of itself—requires a sort of time lapse of wriggling and struggling with the whole concept of acknowledging said funk).
Thankfully, I was led to a friend and I proceeded to let it all hang out. She was delightful. She was thoughtful. And she is getting a fabulous gift card because that was the equivalent of several months’ worth of I-need-therapy sharing.
Then, I made homemade soup and rolls (okay, I put the frozen Rhodes dough balls in a pan, happy?) And called the house cleaners who haven’t been here in ages (and despite our weekly deep cleans, YOU COULD TELL). And read marvelous words on women in the scriptures. And while my toddler enjoyed a playdate I got myself to the temple on the most gorgeous of spring white-puffy-clouds-and-blue-sky days. Back home to said soup and rolls, a peaceful house, and a Skinny Cow ice cream sandwich to top it off.
Perfection.
How do you think I feel now? FAB. U. LOUS. That’s right, beyond fantastic. Because I actively took the funky bull by the oh-no-you-didn’t horns and DID something about it.
So if you’re feeling a bit overwhelmed by Mayhem May, or Nightmare May or for short Nightmay…then evaluate what would make it better and choose ONE thing to move on. Then move on it. Go girl. Let’s do this. And all those Home Depot catchphrases that make you get out of bed and rock your day.
Now I’m headed out for sunshine and my daughter’s track meet, putting on my shades, and giving my best swagger walk of, “Bring it.” Or, on a more feminine note, “There is [finally] sunshine in my soul today.”
Hugs,
Connie
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Being retired with no kids at home, I don’t get the May funks of to much end of school stuff. This year my funk was in April. Nothing seemed to be right even though things were okay. Somehow the temple always seems to be my calming place. I think part of this is because as I do ancestors work they care for me and help me because I cared for them enough to do their work. A good book and a movie with my husband help also. I have daughters who share good books with me and I so enjoy some of the fiction and non-fiction LDS authors. One book I read recently was “The girl who wrote in silk” . One other thing that sometimes I need is good cry but it only works if I am alone. Your messages are an inspiration if only because you acknowledge the down times that we all have and give simple ways to work through or face them. Thanks so much and have a wonderful rest of may.
Love this thank you!
I had a Smurfs lunhcbox!If I’m ever driving that way, I’ll be sure to stop there and check it out because I’ve been looking EVERYWHERE for a pelican cookie jar!But I definitely won’t be eating the food, too much apricot is not a good thing!