Explosive Funk

I haven't done anything for a whole week because I let some crazy, nasty stranger put me in a funk.

 

I haven't written anything here.

I haven't added anything to my Etsy shop.

I haven't spent one minute in my craft room.

I have barely done ANY housework.

 

Sometimes I get in a bad mood and just don't want to do anything except sit around and feel sorry for myself. Every couple of months I let my funkiness build up until I eventually explode.

Funk trigger.

 

So some lady who is a friend of a friend's friend saw a post on my business facebook page and wrote something nasty. Some grown ass woman who obviously had nothing better to do on a Sunday afternoon than write mean, unnecessary comments on a stranger's page. I blocked, banned and reported her for language. I caught it pretty quickly and I don't think anyone saw it, but the damage was done, the funk settled in.

 

I took the week.

Did some exercise, caught up on some sleep, complained about all my troubles to a few family members and drank a little too much.

 

I am feeling a better and I am going to get back to doing what I do.