After a long week and an end to my summer vacation I was feeling kind of low. I’m not sure if it was that the never-ending days of daydreaming and doing whatever I wanted whenever I wanted were over, hearing the news that a childhood friend is ill, the fact that the cooler weather is right around the corner, or hormones (just threw that in since they always seem to come into play lately) that made me feel like I was heading to Funkytown; It was most likely a combination of all of these things. But I didn’t really focus too much on how I was feeling this week. Until now.

It hit me like a ton of bricks, as I stared at my reflection after a much needed haircut. I got a great haircut, but much of the fun, carefree, blonde-make-me-look-younger (so I’m told) pieces of hair had been snipped off. As I examined my hair, I suddenly became aware of all the feelings I had been pushing through all week long.

Even though I didn’t see it coming this time like I did in the past (and wrote about here https://beallthere.net/2015/08/22/funkytown-just-passing-through/) the destination was the same: Funkytown.

I was pretty quiet for the rest of the evening but I knew what I had to do and I knew that I would feel better soon. I had to be gentle with myself, stay connected to the most important people in my life, and put one foot in front of the other. Literally.

Yoga and a walk one day and a hike the next. Nature always seems to center me and gets me out of my head.