I’m currently in a funk: a work funk, a writing funk, a shopping funk, a reading funk, a social funk, heck, I might even be in a shower funk right now.
I’ve got tons of writing I’d like to do. I think constantly of the fundraising gala I went to last weekend and the girls I learned about. I want to tell you all about their lives of being sold into sex slavery and the amazing organization founded by my friend Chris who is helping to buy girls out of this life, equipping them with skills to make a living, and loving them for Jesus.
I want to tell you about a blogger meet-up I went to this weekend and, while it didn’t turn out like planned, it was exactly what I needed.
I have tons of photos to edit, lots of thoughts swirling around in my head (some life-changing [is teaching right for me anymore?] and some not [should I have bangs again?]), things I want or need to share.
Writing is good for my soul.
But I’m unable to focus on anything at the moment. I feel drained and wordless and tired.
I’m saying this because I might be gone for a couple days.
I don’t know.
But there is truly no crisis. My family is fine, my marriage is fine, my house is fine, we have food on our table, and everybody is safe.
I’m just in a funk and need to spend some time working my way out of it.
And when I’m out, you’ll be the first to know.