My Foggy Funk

So I've felt myself in a funk for a few days. I'm getting to work--but not being really effective there and then when I get home.. it's me and my couch and whatever is on TV. No...that's not true--yesterday I spent some time trying to put a jigsaw puzzle together--and I got one whole side of the border done.. and then ended up sliding part of it into the box with all the other pieces so I just decided to scrap the whole thing..

But you see what I mean? Just, mindless, ineffective activity--and I just, so don't want to get out of bed--or go to bed for that matter (last night I put this off by watching My Fair Lady on TCM)I just...I just want to veg out for a few days and not have it matter. I want to turn off my brain that says "you should be doing something more constructive"...or "stuck at home alone? how sad" or "such a lazy bum"---I feel like I've been running marathons for weeks, and now I'm wondering why I'm tired, and a bit spacey. Suddenly I'm existing in a pea soup fog.. so oppressive that I can hardly move, and so thick, my next step is questionable.

But I was thinking this morning (which is progress, I haven't been doing much of that) that, the critics are in my own head. And if I want to drown them out--I need to either turn the TV up louder and sink deeper into my covers---or get up and get busy so I'm too engrossed to listen. I've tried both of these methods, and they work--for a while.

Or, better yet--I can listen to another Voice, until His is all I hear, and in that place will I find both strength to do as I should and rest when the road gets long.