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The Funk

Not the kind you smell or the kind you hear. I’m talking about the kind you feel or more specifically the kind you get into. The bad kind.

That’s where I am right now. As I write this and most likely as you read this. I don’t know how I got here since I always use my GPS when I go places. Maybe my sense of direction isn’t as good as I would like to admit.

Well I’m here now and there’s nothing to do here.  Everyone else here is just sitting around like they’re on vacation but not with the same enjoyment. I want to get out of here but there are no roads or signs. I haven’t even seen a door in days.

Let’s back track.  It was last month and I was working on my BMI. I wasn’t making big traction on that but that was expected. I remember the month ending and looking forward to the next challenge. The time came and then nothing. No excitement, no hesitation, nothing!

Figuring out how I got here probably won’t be helpfull since it’s not like I can backtrack to get out of here. Maybe I’ll just run until I’m tired and see where I end up. I’ll let you know when I’m done.