Last week I was in a funk. I don’t know what it was. Well, actually, I do, but I’m not going to write about it here.
Now, being a bit stubborn, I know I’m not supposed to get in funks. That a funk is me focusing too much on myself and stirring up any sulking feelings into much to-do about nothing.
I knew what I had to do was quit thinking about myself, quit wallowing. Think about something else, something real and self-less. But I couldn’t will myself to do it. Weak will, yes, but something in my just wanted so much to stay in that funk.
Thulasy was the one who got me out of it all: “Why don’t you do something for someone else?” she said.
So I tried it and it was lame but it worked. I made an appetizer for our friend and houseguest, Degnan. Just some tomatoes with feta, olive oil, and bit of oregano. 5 minutes, max. And when I was finished? I felt worlds better.
One secret to getting out of a funk is to think about others, not myself. Sometimes that’s hard, too hard, and so actually doing something for someone else is what breaks my attention off of my own selfishness, distracts me to thinking about someone else, and ends the funk.