By Guest Writer, Elegy
What do you do to get out of a funk? Some people say “mind over matter” but I can’t help but wonder how many of those people are battling against their own mind, which seems determined to undermine our very efforts to get back on track by continually misfiring like a sadistic ex-bestie that you’re trying to make nice with. Oh, what’s that? We’re actually business partners instead? Great. So what the hell do you do when you want to get out of a funk? And I don’t just mean faking it until you make it- that’s all well and good for chores and responsibilities, but what if you actually want to enjoy life? Stupid fucking funk.
What I like to do is look at my inspiration folder, which I’m currently in the process of cleaning out so what I have comprising only of images that evoke and immediate response in my soul. It should be bam-bam-bam-stimulus-bam, I shouldn’t be bored or have a lack luster reaction. Likewise, I am slowly cleaning the house- a de-cluttered home means a de-cluttered mind and all that. Turns out, that little ditty actually isn’t bullshit. Normally I’d listen to music as well, but due to errors of the technological variety, trying to source music would afford me more stress than reward- I did put together a Youtube playlist geared specifically towards motivating me for chores (oddly enough, it seems that for now it’s Country that gets me broom-sweepin’).
But for now it’s just like trying to run underwater, all I can do is keep trudging on in hopes that when I make it out that I’ll be stronger and faster from all that resistance training. Who knows, maybe it’s a planetary fog and things will clear up soon.
Elegy
OMG is there something in the water? Or …. maybe that retrograde REALLY is what’s affecting us. I swear, I’ve been in a funk for a while now … hence my lack of blogs or new jewelry to hawk on etsy.
Only today do I feel half way normal and even that’s not good enough.
What do I do to get out of a funk? ….. I’d be lying if I said I’ve ever found anything that actually works. I know it’s not the best advice, but I usually just lay low and try to wait it out. By that I mean, I try not to do any irreversible damage to my person or my life in general and hope that one day I wake up and feel better. I usually do … eventually.
Don’t get me wrong, I do take my vitamins … I try to exercise, bla bla bullshit advice given only by people that don’t truly “understand” and if they say they do and that they’ve been there done that and that’s what worked for them, well whoopdeydoo. Good for you. But you’re not in my head and my body and sometimes, NOTHING FUCKING WORKS. So I wait and try not to lose hope.
Today, hope was present. But even that is fleeting and I try not to get ahead of myself. Wrote a blog for tomorrow in case tomorrow isn’t better but worse.
So bah humbug. I’m the funk grinch.
“What do I do to get out of a funk? ….. I’d be lying if I said I’ve ever found anything that actually works. I know it’s not the best advice, but I usually just lay low and try to wait it out. By that I mean, I try not to do any irreversible damage to my person or my life in general and hope that one day I wake up and feel better. I usually do … eventually. ”
True that, I really do feel like I just need to kick my ass and get into doing things, but that’s just doing what needs to be done, not enjoying them. Meh.
“…well whoopdeydoo. Good for you. But you’re not in my head and my body and sometimes, NOTHING FUCKING WORKS. So I wait and try not to lose hope. ”
EXACTLY! It’s really hard to grit you’re teeth, thank them for the advice (because it usually is an acknowledgment of them caring) instead of telling them to fuck off (granted, sometimes my grumpy demeanor gives me away).
Hope was present for me yesterday, and the day before that was my designated “don’t give a fuck” day. I’m waiting for next week, when this Mercury retrograde is supposed to end. I don’t need any added weight on my shoulders, you know? Especially not of the planetary variety, I’m not fucking Atlas!
And my spelling is atrocious, but that’s okay… Not really, but I’m going to let it go. Just like I’m just saying fuck everything, I’m in the funk until I’m NOT in the funk, and not a moment sooner.
It’s true that cleaning house cleans the mind. It’s a Zen meditation product. Clean, garden, organize, shower –suddenly the mind is free and I find the answer to my programming problem, or creative block. It’s mindful meditation in practice.
Funky funk club- yeah I’m a member. Especially last 3 weeks of hell. My aunt died of cancer and then the next week I was diagnosised with a (non life threatening) form of cancer myself and had surgery to removed all of my cancer. That was just a 2 weeks timeframe and does not even cover half of the crap that’s been going on. Yes it’s definitely been an “Are you fucking kidding me???” month. I am discovering the best way to get out of a funk is to not allow yourself to mentally be a victim. To realize somehow and some way you will make it through. The good and the bad – that IS life. Everything happens for a reason yes even the shitty things (and I’ve experienced many myself so I’m not just being a cheerleader rah rah blah blah). Keeping things in perspective. Each experience can either break us, form us or strengthen us. The choice is totally ours. . Be courageous. Reach out to someone who is hurting – that includes reaching out to yourself. Be kind to yourself and allow yourself to feel down, then to in your own time pick yourself up and move forward at your own pace. Buying a sexy 5 to 6 inch pair of heels totally helps too.
I have an entire closet full of them. 
Elegy and Sasha Wishing you both best wishes. You’re both strong, beautiful, powerful women! I believe it both of you. Hang in there. Hugs Jaz
The funk is where its at. I’m with you. But is be delighted for a ticket out of funkville USA. I’m over it.
Part of being in a funk is the right to be self-indulgent in the funkiness. Wallow in it, bury yourself in it, drown in it, eat it, snort it, sleep with it, wake up every day reveling in it, and anything else you can think to do so you become one with the funk. Make no apologies for it. Wear it proudly. You are a citizen of Funkville, and the rest of the world can go funk off.
When you get sick of all the funky fun, then go to a really loud club and dance your ass off and flirt like you are THE LAST woman on earth.
Rexie, I think that should be a book!! I love it! You are a citizen of funkville, revel in it! Lol! Love it!
Knew you would catch that flyball, Sasha. You always do!
xoxo
honestly, the only thing i do is just hunker down and try to ride it out. i read/listen to all the stuff that makes me sadder, and just wallow in it, until it passes. and god help anyone who fucks with me.. :p
The trouble is, I know that if i allow myself to wallow and get comfortable in my depression than I’ll only get deeper into it. My depression can take me completely out of reality if it gets bad enough, so I try to catch myself before it gets too bad. When the funk sets in I call my best friend to talk it out and then I go out. Dinner, movie, coffee, any type of social gathering, party, whatever it may be. Usually I don’t want to go as you can imagine and it takes me about an hour to get dressed but I always feel better when I come home because I was with people who genuinely care about me and want to see me happy. Laughing always helps funks too. I try not to detach from people as much as possible during a funk because that can get dangerous. At least for me.
Being in a funk sucks! Sometimes life is a bitch! And not a sexy bitch just a plain down right bitch. Venting. This month has truly beyond sucked for me and for many others out there. Got MORE f-ed up news again today , if that was possible. Hello universe we all would welcome a positive, uplifting break in the very near future- I’m just saying! Take good care everyone hopefully good things are around the corner for all of us.
I actually like to have a lot of sex when I am in a funk. Some slap me, scratch me, make me scream, hours an hours of sex. But if I can’t do that, music is good! Or buying an outfit that makes me feel super hot or maybe even a haircut. The main thing for me, is to focus on me.
Hi, Rexie!
Sasha, never make apologies for the funk! Simply make it work for you, somehow, in the positive! Everything is possible…
I love it…drown in it, snort it, sleep with it… Become a citizen of funkville. That’s the best advice. Rexie, as always, you rock. Sometimes some things work and sometimes they don’t…so, just flow with the funk until it stops flowing. Then, be un-funkified until it all crashes down again. Then, we can come back to this article and get all up in it until we are free again. That’s what we are here for, right? Each other? Thank you, Elegy, this was a good one. I’ve been funky lately but I like your idea of the inspiration folder.
Spending money on pretty things that make you feel beautiful goes a ways towards healing (valiantly fighting off? =P ) “the funk.”
And the inspiration folder(s) really does help! Eventually you collection gets large enough that there’s so much stimuli.
The traditional way would be building a collage.
Oh! And finding a song you love! Maybe I should make a follow up blog now that I’m less grumpy. x3