I don’t feel social.
I don’t feel like doing much of anything.
Its not quite a funk…but certainly not fun.
I shouldn’t fight it, I guess.
I’ll just focus on riding it out. Letting it happen.
Occasionally I get the urge to start beating myself up. “You’ve wasted this weekend! What is wrong with you!?”
But so far I’ve been able to pull out before the downward spiral begins.
It’s an odd feeling.
I had a fairly quiet lunch with my parents today. I told them without self pity, “I’ve been feeling lost lately.” There was a pause. And somehow it felt good. They didn’t try to find out what was wrong. Or give me reasons for my feelings. They just allowed me the feeling.
I should allow it of myself.