You likely know what I’m talking about: life is going along fine, often pretty well, and BAM! The Funk hits. It’s that feeling of lethargy, apathy, and hopelessness that usually hits suddenly, and thankfully, leaves rather quickly too.
For me, it usually doesn’t last more than a couple of days, and it’s often even less. As someone who has experienced depression in the past, the symptoms seem similar to me at first, but depression is more insidious. It sneaks up on you, it stays longer, and it requires treatment.
But The Funk? There is no sneakiness here. He comes in hard, slams the door open, stomps through with muddy boots, and flops down so heavily on the couch that dust from five years ago billows up. And there he stays until he’s good and ready to leave.
Here’s how this visit...
This week we were going to go deeper into self-care and how to build that rhythm into our days and weeks, but it’s taking a bit of a different turn. I’m going to focus on grief and loss and hope and the importance of knowing what matters most to you - and living it out.
And while that makes sense to me (the ups and downs, the “hold on tight” and all), from my first deep grieving experience when I lost my mom in 2018,
I had been fortunate enough that at 42 I hadn’t lost anyone super close to me before. Mom’s death was sudden and unexpected. Despite working up close with death as a hospice nurse for 12 years at the time, I hadn’t been on the other side of death and grieving.
I could be driving down the road or doing something...
Last week I flew to New Jersey to serve with City Relief, a homeless outreach organization serving many in NJ and NYC. It’s one of the highlights of my year, and I’m so thankful to be serving with a team this year, small as it was.
Those of us that have served before feel a sense of awe and wonder and privilege when we go. Last year due to quarantine rules I went by myself. I quarantined in a VRBO in NJ for two weeks, then was able to serve on the streets with City Relief. I was still recovering from rotator cuff surgery, so I was off work and able to take the time to go. And it was a huge blessing like always, but it was very different than previous years.
Covid made the whole process of serving our friends in the streets look and feel less personal. I truly felt the distance part of social distancing. We typically prayed for people one-on-one and had sometimes lengthy conversations with them, but in 2020 it was...
That doesn’t mean there aren’t things you want to change and improve.
It doesn’t mean you are stuck with certain aspects of your life.
And it's not selfish. As a matter of fact, it's biblical! (see below)
Sometimes we berate ourselves and compare ourselves to others. And you know what? There will always be someone better than you in one area or another of life.
But it’s just as likely that there is some area where you are KILLING IT – and that they are a little envious of you too.
The only one you should be comparing yourself to is YOU. And even then,...
What do you dream about? If nothing comes to mind immediately please, please stop and take a few minutes to think about that. Dreams give us purpose and they can move us forward when we are tired, when we just don’t feel it.
I recently turned 44. The funny thing is, I had thought that I was 44 for most of the year that I was 43, so it was a relief to finally be the right age! I’m not sure why I had to stop and think about it, but every time age came up I had to take a moment and do the math. I know some people struggle with getting older, and there is a part of me that wishes I had my 20-something body (and metabolism!) but overall I wouldn’t trade the younger me for the current me. My 40’s have been the best so far, and I fully expect it to keep getting better. I still have a bikini pic from about 15 years ago to encourage me to dream big (or small), but when I look at this younger version of me, I feel bad for her. I am able to tell her “I am better than you”. You see, she really struggled. She always felt like she didn’t measure up, like she was not quite good enough, a little too heavy (she wasn’t), a little too loud, a little/lot...
04.03.17 Beauty in imperfection
I just got back from a quick beach vacation that was filled with a lot of thinking and just being.
I went with my best friend and her son and my boys, and even though we were in the car together for a LONG TIME (we are not the quickest travelers), the boys spent a lot of time doing their own thing while we talked and listened to different personal development books along the way.
Both of us are kind of at a crossroads in our lives professionally speaking and the time to just get away and reflect was good for both of us.
Although I don’t consider myself to be a big fan of water (I don’t like to get my face wet and I don’t swim well because of that), I love seeing and hearing the ocean. Really it doesn’t have to be the ocean, although there is something special about saltwater.
As long as there are waves and that roaring crash and a...