In a Funk

I am in a “funk” this morning. A cold that I thought was on the wane has flared up again. Perhaps, since my mood mimics my physical condition, I should put pen and paper away until both improve. Yet, I wonder about those people who write those 365 page meditation books (one page for each day of the year). It has to be faked. How can a person,who might be an excellent writer, always write upbeat stuff if they are writing daily and from the heart? Maybe I have much more to learn than I thought.

Well, this morning I am not in the mood to read “bumper-sticker” philosophy nor to write it, for that would be to break my favorite axiom “to thyself be true”. And this morning to write beautiful things about beautiful scenery is not what I feel and no amount of meditation upon the loveliness of nature is going to make me feel better.

But guess what? Simply admitting and accepting things inside and out as they are and realizing that it is perfectly OK if I feel, sound, and write like a two year old having a temper tantrum, so long as I hurt no one else in the process, makes me feel better, at least genuine. I find a tantrum now and then preferable to spouting something I “know” to be true but right at the moment I don’t feel it to be true. Be in the moment even if the moment is “being in a funk!”