I tried unzipping it on several earlier occasions…you know, through the years.
It always seemed stuck though. Wherever I was.
In a funk.
I’m not sure when it got a little too snug for me. Or outdated.
Sometimes I noticed the discomfort. Other times, not so much.
I don’t know. I can’t tell you about all those other times.
I just know that today – only seconds before, in fact – I finally slid right out of it.
I didn’t have any other choice, you see.
It just didn’t feel like it belonged to me anymore.
It felt kind of creepy…foreign…suffocating.
Then it began to crawl…all over. Ewww!
I had to get out – without further delay!
Problem is, now that I’ve done it…
I find myself in even greater need.
If I don’t soon get a replacement, I’m likely to come completely unglued.
It’s not all that simple to just go out and choose another one.
You know…my second skin.
Truth is, I’m in a research funk this week – stuck on my quantitative chapter, feeling like I’m re-living it every day. You know, like a Bill Murray Groundhog type of day. I keep doing the tests differently, but the day starts over all the same – getting me nowhere.
Okay, I’m over-dramatizing. But it’s my blog. I’ll whine if I want to. 😉
Trifecta gave me another much-needed break during my lunchtime – to write about my (you guessed it) funk.
That’s the word this week, by its 3rd definition.
Come join us & write yourself in and out of a funk too.
Everyone else, please forgive me. I have to go write some more on this funky dissertation for now…