Aretha Franklin is awesome. Nothin like a little funk to get you out of… well, a funk.
Let’s call this thing exactly what it is.
I am in a funk.
Perhaps it’s the cold dark winter here in the upper midwest. Daylight is short-lived, and cold temps are hard to face for this many months in a row. We still have a good four months till we de-thaw up here. Uff-da. Maybe it’s the fact that about a month ago, we were informed that my husbands position was being consolidated. He is welcome to apply for the new job… but, no guarantees. Also, there was no end-date given, just a big, fat, happy question mark. My husband is the sole breadwinner for our family. Not good news. Additionally, our son, Mason, has been having difficulties in school. We are currently in the process of getting a diagnosis on the spectrum… in the meantime, it is a day by day struggle for him. Some days are good, some are not so good, and some are straight up horrible. Not gonna lie. Add an ego-maniac of a three year old and here we are – stressed to the max, and finding myself with NO inspiration to do anything with my camera.
Have any of you felt that overwhelmed? What do you do to overcome it?
Today, I turned up Aretha extra loud and danced with said ego-maniac. It felt good to let the worries that penetrate every moment of my days lately slip into the beat of the funk.
So. What it is. Rock Steady Baby.
It’s a funky and low down feeling.
Last week, all of us got sick – the explosive kind of sick that make owning a carpet cleaner worthwhile. In a weak moment of blog surfing/couch laying/ralphing, I debated selling my camera equipment… after all, money may not be here in a few weeks. I mentioned the thought to my husband. “I’ll divorce you” he said. “I’ll divorce you if you sell your equipment.” While I know he is being dramatic, the impact was enormous. While he isn’t coddling or super encouraging, him stating those words to me mean a lot more than he’ll ever know. This dream of mine is important to him, too. It feels good to know that sometimes. Especially in those weak moments.
Then the last day I was sick, I got a phone call. My baby sister was in labor – two weeks early. Four hours later, I got a call that said baby was HERE! Even in the midst of a funk, you can’t help but be swept away by a new baby– especially if it’s your own sweet niece!
Introducing Evie Amelia:
And so I keep plodding along… learning to rock steady, baby. Sometimes you learn those things from the tiniest, most unexpected places… like Evie.
Welcome to the world, girl. It’s not always easy, or what you expected, but if you move your hips to the rhythm of what it is, you’ll rock steady. With a little bit of prayer and a lot of luck, your auntie will be there to show you how.
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