5 Ways to Get Out of a Funk

Oh, how apropos this morning to have my topic be the strategy for getting out of a funk! The day after a holiday in the middle of the week … new month, new year … and about six inches of freshly fallen snow on the ground. Which would be wonderful if it was a Saturday morning … but it's a Thursday and there's the commute to work, the traffic, the sidewalks … and the looming headache that hangs overhead due to the storm.

How can I turn this day around? Get out of the funk!!!

1. Best way I know how to get out of a funk is GET OUTSIDE! Go for a walk, breathe in fresh air, clear your mind.

2. Run. Headphones on. Lose yourself in the music. Run. Fast…. on the treadmill.

3. Say a prayer. Deep breath. Meditate. Stretch.

4. Laugh! Find a friend that makes you laugh, who knows you well, and carve out a few minutes with them.

5. Read a book, take a shower, move, do something other than think about the funk ….

I believe the key is knowing that you want to get out of the funk. And knowing what has caused the funk - frustration, confusion, conflicting priorities, etc. Of course it's not really about getting rid of the funk, but putting it behind you by going through it … and the best way I know to get through it is to practice one of the action items above.

And honestly, if all else fails. A good night's sleep usually does the trick for me. As a wise person used to say to me, 'things always look better in the morning …"

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