You know how sometimes you can just feel in a funk? Probably not severe enough to be considered a depression, and nothing in particular that’s causing it, but it’s there all the same? Well, that’s kind of where I am now. Honestly, I’m not sure why. Things are going mostly okay. I mean, life isn’t picture perfect or anything, but it’s also not like I’m living something out of Dickens.
In the past, I think this sort of feeling would’ve simply been called “blue”, and you’d either be left to let it run its course, or basically told to cowboy up and get over it. I don’t really consider either of those options particularly helpful, but, the truth is, I don’t really know how to combat it reasonably, because I have no idea what’s causing it. General dissatisfaction with work, maybe, though you’d think I’d be used to that by now. Holiday melancholy? Maybe, though I really sort of love Christmas. Granted, it’s not been quite as magical the past few years, with lots of family drama and such putting a bit of a damper on the joy of it all, but I don’t think I’ve reached the point where the season actually makes me sad. At least, I hope I haven’t.
So, I don’t know what it is, but I know that I need to find a way to break through it. Nothing is really fun for me right now; I’ve kind of moved away from some of the hobbies I used to enjoy; I have to literally force myself to go to work every day; I can’t find the energy or inspiration to exercise . . . the list goes on and on. The cause may not be readily apparent, but the effects are certainly clear, and it’s not a pretty picture.
But even if something isn’t quite right, how do you fix it if it also isn’t really wrong?
