My husband and I sat on our love seat, both reclined all the way back, and reached for each others hands. As we laid there and held hands, he began telling me about how foggy he felt mentally as of late and how he can’t seem to pin anything down that’s amiss, but wishes he knew how to fix it so he can stop feeling that way. All I could do was nod my head and repeat, “I know what you mean” over and over. I think it happens to us all occasionally. Some people call it a funk, or a rut, or maybe brain fog. I describe it as not feeling ‘centered’ or ‘balanced’, and wish I could find my center, or focus, again. I’ve spent so many years being super positive and optimistic, so these feelings are actually rather foreign to me.
I think I’m partially just emotionally drained from everything that’s happened in the past month – live interviews, a book release and launch and all the work and emotion and ‘heart’ that goes into something like that. Maybe for a lot of people, this kind of stuff is pure excitement that produces an adrenaline rush, but since my particular book is so personal, it all becomes tied to the emotions. Like they always say, though, it’s amazing how resilient the human spirit is. I know I won’t be in this funk for long