Oh look, we’ve been invited to a pity party! Whatever shall we bring?

The past few weeks have not been too great for me. In fact I have had the starring role at a personal pity party, that I have now cordially invited all of you to partake in, I know, I’m sweet for inviting y’all along. Really there is nothing you need to bring, the appys and bevies are on me.

I don’t know if it has been the weather, the stress of work, the same old life stresses we go through, or some colossal explosive combination of the three- but it has been quite a funk. A funk I cannot seem to find my way out of.

I have tried the tested and true method of dousing it with alcohol, while this works for a bit, it seems to come back with a vengeance the next day.

I have tried to sweet talk it and dance it out of my soul, but it apparently is a feisty tango that keeps twirling back.

I have teased it with Facebook, but it get disappointed.

I have submersed it in books, but it hangs out on the back cover.

I’ve played it to near exhaustion with Cub, but it just moves its toys when I’m not looking.

X has tried to distract it long enough for me to whack it with a baseball bat but I can’t get it out of the park.

This is one of those funks that makes you look in every nook and cranny of your soul, searching, reflecting, digesting, vomiting… ( but not on the appy’s  I promise).

So if you are looking for me, I am the one doing the funky dance in the pity corner.