Give Up the Funk

It’s been one of those weeks.
A week-long funk.
Yesterday I felt crushed under the weight of it all.
But I forced myself to spin my hoop
while Zippy did his treadmill workout.
As we twirled and walked, we listened to an album that came out 25 years ago.
Yikes. 

And I thought about where I was 25 years ago.
I remembered listening to that album (tape) in my car during lunch hour
when I worked for Giant Turd Enterprise (GTE).
I’d eat my fish sandwich from McDonald’s
and think about, well, I don’t remember what I thought about.
Probably not much.
Maybe I thought about the sweltering parking lot and
how my boss was the world’s biggest asshat.
Or that maybe the next day I should pack a lunch.

Fast forward to this week
in which I’ve had feelings of being that gerbil in a wheel,
always running and moving,
but never getting ahead.

It’s no fun feeling that way.
It crushes your spirit.

So I say to myself:
Tracy, you have made progress.
For one, you’re no longer spending time in a paint-peeling ’64 Ford Falcon Sprint,
sweating and ingesting questionable food.
And you don’t have to answer to that horrible boss-man ever again.

So.

Give up the funk, Tracy.

               

22 thoughts on “Give Up the Funk

  1. Yes, oh yes.
    Soar, Tracy, soar. You’ve got wings…spread them wide and fly!
    P.S. I was just thinking about you earlier this morning. You and Zulu. Sending good vibes on that front, too. x0x0x0x0
    Edit!!!! I was talking about being IN a funk. As written, the comment line I wrote here earlier made no sense, so I deleted it.

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    • I know you get where I’m at and I get what you mean. 🙂
      Unfortunately, I’m not sure who Zulu is. Since my mate and son both chose Z names, it’s confusing for people. (They don’t know the writer’s rule about Never giving characters names that begin with the same letter). I’ve got a Zippy (mate) and a Zebu but no Zulu. I appreciate the good vibes, though, and wonder if they’re directed at my Wildebeest and me. He’s playing a big role in this week’s funk. Sigh.

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      • Yikes! I think I need new meds. I’m making far too many crazy mistakes today. *headthunk*I meant your mate.
        Here’s somethin’ to help you get into the groove today: Funky Town!

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      • Okay, that was great fun. Feeling as if I should put on some white trousers and DANCE! Thank you, Melodye.
        No worries on the name mix-up; as mentioned, it’s quite confusing. Zippy is doing well and sticking to his new cardio program. I’m doing much better with the fears and anxieties, too. Thank you for thinking of us.

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  2. Yes, oh yes.

    Soar, Tracy, soar. You’ve got wings…spread them wide and fly!

    P.S. I was just thinking about you earlier this morning. You and Zulu. Sending good vibes on that front, too. x0x0x0x0

    Edit!!!! I was talking about being IN a funk. As written, the comment line I wrote here earlier made no sense, so I deleted it.

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  3. I know you get where I’m at and I get what you mean. 🙂

    Unfortunately, I’m not sure who Zulu is. Since my mate and son both chose Z names, it’s confusing for people. (They don’t know the writer’s rule about Never giving characters names that begin with the same letter). I’ve got a Zippy (mate) and a Zebu but no Zulu. I appreciate the good vibes, though, and wonder if they’re directed at my Wildebeest and me. He’s playing a big role in this week’s funk. Sigh.

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  4. Yikes! I think I need new meds. I’m making far too many crazy mistakes today. *headthunk*I meant your mate.

    Here’s somethin’ to help you get into the groove today: Funky Town!

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  5. Okay, that was great fun. Feeling as if I should put on some white trousers and DANCE! Thank you, Melodye.

    No worries on the name mix-up; as mentioned, it’s quite confusing. Zippy is doing well and sticking to his new cardio program. I’m doing much better with the fears and anxieties, too. Thank you for thinking of us.

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  6. Glad you’re going funkless. I did enjoy the song.
    Miss you. Thinking of you. I’ll be out of my funk around the end of the second week of May and will write you a long email.

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    • I’ve been thinking about you, too. Are you subbing? Going to school? Parenting? All of the above, I bet.
      I hope your funk lifts before the second week of May. That’s much too long to endure. Just check in now again with the spaceship and feel better.

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  7. Glad you’re going funkless. I did enjoy the song.

    Miss you. Thinking of you. I’ll be out of my funk around the end of the second week of May and will write you a long email.

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    • I had to look up “get off the wheel” because I’m so unhip. And I’m happy to report I’m off the wheel (although I just did a stint on the treadmill so I guess I’m not, really), and am hanging in there. Not quite disco-ing down, but hanging in. Thanks for your disco-related support.

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      • Well then I’m even more unhip because I didn’t know “get off the wheel” meant anything! I was just referring to your remark about the gerbil. I don’t mind getting down, funky, or loose, though.

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      • Well then I’m even more unhip because I didn’t know “get off the wheel” meant anything! I was just referring to your remark about the gerbil. I don’t mind getting down, funky, or loose, though.

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    • The funk is no way to live, is it? Hooping does often heal the angst but today I opted for gutting it out on the treadmill.
      Hope your weekend is funk-free, Lizzy.

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  8. I’ve been thinking about you, too. Are you subbing? Going to school? Parenting? All of the above, I bet.

    I hope your funk lifts before the second week of May. That’s much too long to endure. Just check in now again with the spaceship and feel better.

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  9. The funk is no way to live, is it? Hooping does often heal the angst but today I opted for gutting it out on the treadmill.

    Hope your weekend is funk-free, Lizzy.

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