Sometimes, like everyone, I find myself in a funk. Luckily I have the ability to notice the funk ocurring and at least try to get myself out of it.
I seem to tend to do this on Sundays. I am not sure why. Maybe it has to do with me wanting to have a good start to the next work week, but more realistically I think it has to do with me not having been at work the previous day.
My funk was deep, and long. I wasn't completely gone, I was still productive. I was just on auto-pilot. I cleared out my pantry and removed year-old expired dry food (some longer!). I know that the funk is not felled yet, but I feel so much better with an empty and organized space.
Funks are interesting, but unenjoyable. I am not sure who would enjoy a funk to be honest. At the very least I get left with widsom to apply to the future funks, and each one is shorter than the last. Or at least its easier to see through the funk fog each time.