Funky cold medina

A girl from my graduating college class was recently cast in a Broadway show where she'll be acting alongside Angela Landsbury and Catherine Zeta-Jones.

How nice for her.  I told her as much, on her Facebook page.  (And then I died a little inside.)

A few days later, I noticed her FB status update said something like (and I'm paraphrasing here):  "...trying to figure out what this FUNK is all about.  Could it be astrological?"

SHE'S IN A f**king astrological FUNK????!!!!  Holy shit.  In all fairness, I realize a funk is usually relative.  But it really got me to thinking.  I'm prone to the occasional bout of funkatude, the moody blues, moments here and there when I'll question certain choices and wake up in the middle of the night in a mild sort of panic. 

I don't own a home.  I don't even own a car.  I don't have any children.  I've all but abandoned my acting career, my childhood dream; and leaving New York really seemed to put the final nail in that coffin.  I try not to think about that last one, though.

Sometimes, if I'm feeling especially morbid, I can feel as if I'm floating aimlessly...

The irony is, most of the time I'm actually quite happy and grateful.  I am married to my soulmate; to a man who does kind, sweet, funny things and who tells me he loves me at least ten times a day.  We just booked a trip to Aruba.  And it's okay that we don't own a home yet.  I certainly don't want to drive, and as for children...

I have Kittie.  And, of course, my wonder nephew.  (And a flat(ish) tummy.)

I hate questioning myself like this because it's not generally the way I do business.  I have my own path, as we all do, and usually I trust very strongly in that.  Except for when I don't.  And that's okay, too.

Comments

[Weinerdog]

Ugh, TELL me about it.

[the odd broad]

I know. I had my period, hence the funkety rut...