Funky
February 15, 2013 § 4 Comments
My modern-day funk-filled soul kept my body in the seat of the car yesterday after pulling into the driveway, pulsating to Florence Welch’s collaboration with Calvin Harris. My girls were strapped into their car seats having ingested a pound of sugar hearts, while reading Valentine cards with their friend’s names spelled out in different sized letters.
This morning, my funk-filled nose is keeping me from tomorrow morning’s yoga practice. A bummer, certainly, but I will not infect sweet Katie or the baby girl cooking in her belly with this annoying nose funk. It would not be fair or right, and totally against my deepest belief in doing what’s fair and right.
As far as being in a funk about that, I am not.
My mood is fine, and my spirit is actually on high this morning.
The sun is shining. It’s my mother’s birthday. My girl’s are excited about getting to choose four of those big Whole Foods cupcake’s (a grandmother birthday tradition).
I’m trying to keep the ball rolling from yesterday’s Love post. It’s very hard when you live with your separated spouse (God give me strength and please light a fire under the editors at Huff post … they really need to publish that article already).
I’ve got to keep my eye on the good, the light, the things that are fair and right.
M.
How’s your funk?
Warning: This video is an artistic interpretation of the song. If you are old-spirited or closed-minded you might find the visuals too violent or irrelevant to the song. It’s called art! 
I had forgotten that you live with your separated spouse. That must be difficult for sure. Well-deserving of a giant cupcake, I’d say!
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I was very good and ate only a quarter of a big cupcake! Thanks, though!
I am just coming out of a 6 week funk. Finally! You wrote a piece about living with your separated spouse? I am not in the same situation here – but feeling your pain.
ilene recently posted…Love Revisited
I’d sent it to Babble and they responded that they had staff writers writing about divorce. Then I got a lead on an editor at TLC’s Parentable’s, but it was a long shot because they’d cut their staff a while ago. I did hear back, which was nice, but I wasn’t surprised that they wouldn’t take it.
I finally shot high and sent a pitch to Huffington post. I think it’s a good and helpful piece, but good God, there must be masses of articles that these editors must have to sort through and then poof they’re gone (nature of Internet writing and all). If I don’t hear back, I’m going to hard copy it to some NYC magazine like Ms. or something.
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