Who's Got The Funk?

I was having lunch with gori11a yesterday and I found myself telling him that I had been in a funk; this surprised me a little. I viscerally knew that I was in a funk (lack of energy/motivation, social withdrawal, decreased appetite, poor sleep) but I hadn't made the conscious realization yet. This led to a few internal questions: Why was I in a funk? Why didn't I realize it? Am I still in a funk?

I came to the conclusion that the indirect trigger of my funk was that I've been nursing a sprained (left) wrist for the last couple of weeks. Because of that, I haven't been able to lift weights and I've had to extremely limit my banjo playing. Denied of both my primary physical and creative outlets, I sank into a funk — further enmired by the rapidly declining state of my company.

The most obvious reason I didn't realize it is that I was in a funk. This, however, is not particularly helpful. I came to the additional conclusion that I only rarely think about my feelings, and discuss or write here about them even less. This is not the first time I've had that realization, but it always surprises me a little anyway. It's like when you snap awake at the wheel and realize you've been dozing.

I want to take this opportunity to say thanks to Adam for being Adam. You've been a great friend over the years and our conversations are always enlightening. I miss just having you a cubicle wall away.

So am I still in a funk? Perhaps a little. My wrist is better and I started lifting and playing again this week, which has certainly helped. I'm a little bothered by my own psychological fragility, though. I think this funk had been brewing for a while and that the wrist was only the proverbial spark. I'm kind of glad that it happened; I needed the release and I feel better overall for it.