Funk or Funkifize?
My routine is thrown. Schedule? Blown. There is no such thing in these summer times. Part of me can get down with that no schedule sleep until 9… but here’s the thing… I start to get into a funk after a while. I feel like I am turning into a lump. Just sitting there staring at a blank screen or my toes. Watching K brush her hair while she watches Sesame Street.
The absurd thing is that we are REALLY over scheduled in the evenings and weekends. There is something planned for every moment of our weekend.
Weekends are when I would love to knock the structure out. Have a little free time with the Kaos Family.
But now, this morning, I kind of crave some structure. I am by my very nature a lazy person. I always have been. If something really needs to get done I can get it done. I CAN. But it’s a struggle for me when I know I could be doing something else.
-snuggling with K
-watering my garden
-writing down random abstract thoughts
-reading a book of poetry
-making a dinner menu
-playing sidewalk chalk
-playing cone of silence
-planning a summer party
Or just sitting thinking about what I should be doing.
But sometimes, some days, a day like today for instance I start to realize that I am just a big blob of doing nothing sitting on my ass. During the school year I had so much to do and no time to do it. Right now with nothing to do (except remodeling my bathroom, housework, raising my kid, cooking, organizing closets and cabinets, writing, and tending my garden) and so much time on my hands I do start to get into a funk.
But for some reason the mere mention of that work “funk” makes me start to wiggle and jiggle and bob to a song in my head that if you don’t know, you should.
Cause it’s time like these that You’ve Got To Funkifize… Thank you Tower of Power. Who needs therapy when you’ve got a rockin good music collection.