Maybe it's just this time of year. Insane busyness, events, holidays, colder weather--they all lead to a greater likelihood of being in a funk.
I feel like all I want to do is complain. The words may not come out, but they're definitely rattling around inside.
People don't do the things they promise they'll do. Little things, like they say they'll bring me a box from work I need and two days later, nothing. I go find one myself and grumble the entire way. Tasks they say they'll complete, but the trash sits waiting while the truck rumbles by.
Snow falls thick and heavy, sticking to the roads. My car slides into the curb and instead of finding myself at a breakfast meeting with a friend, I need to call for a ride and a tow truck and think only of the repair bills.
Work feels like it is harder and more complex than usual. It's probably not, but my mind is foggy and grumpy.
I don't want to clean, but the house is a mess.
I don't want to work on gifts or projects, but my pile is ever-growing.
I don't want to go outside, but I have planters to bring in and summer stuff to put away.
I want to sleep. I want to sit and read with no interruptions. I want to be selfish.
I don't want to do the hard stuff. To be encouraging, to work on relationships, to spend daily time with God.
I want to be lazy.
But I also want to be inspired. I want to be a part of something. It just seems like nothing is out there right now.
So I burrow into my cocoon. I do a couple little tasks here and there. I snatch 5 minutes to read, an hour to blog. I'm a grouch, even if only inwardly.
Ugh. I think I'm already ready for spring.