"In the Free Fall"

Funk: a dejected mood; depression or ill humor

This past weekend, I've found myself in a huge funk. On the "funk scale", going from 1-10, I've been about an 8. I was reaching very scary levels.

After church yesterday, I went over to see a friend I've really been missing this summer, and she had a letter for me from a friend who is on a mission in Mexico for our church. I didn't pay much attention to it other than enjoying hearing from him, but later that night, while I was doing some major soul searching and attempting to figure out my life, I remembered something he wrote in the letter. He reminded me of the main rule of our friendship: Smile.

I had been asking myself, asking God, how to get myself out of the funk, how to move on with my life, and there it was. Smile.

So that's what I'm going to focus on. I' going to smile. I'm going to breathe. And I'm not going to worry so damn much.

Oh, and maybe working the swearing thing. That could become an issue later. Maybe.