Funk

Today, I am back to reality – back to Nashville, back to the heat, back to work, back to the gym, back to balancing my checkbook, back to routine, back to a schedule. It feels quite wretched, so much so that I accidentally started bawling last night when I got back – “accidentally” being that…

“If you had no job, you could be so productive!” This is basically the biggest lie since “There are no cats in America.” I believed it. I fell for it. I spent my working days fantasizing about all that I could get done if I didn’t have a job: reading, writing, exercising, cooking, cleaning, organizing…

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What was WITH me yesterday? Maybe you could tell from the blog, maybe not – but I seriously lost my mind for a few hours in the afternoon. Upon further introspection, I blame it on the fact that my life is completely out of balance. I spend 8-9 hours each day in…

Imagine that I weigh 300 lbs. Got it? Okay. Now imagine that I have a sprained ankle. And asthma. And flip flops on my feet. And it’s 113 degrees outside. Now, put me in the middle of a pack of marathon runners with fabulously long legs and handy water bottle packs strapped around their waists….

At the beginning of 2007, I had plans for my life. These dreams included a variety of comforts: relationships and love and meaning, income and stability, smiles and music and laughter. I dreamed of a tidy existence, from a job that I loved all the way to a front-loading, designer-color washer and dryer. I had…

We interrupt this 4-day series to bring you a special report. Annie Parsons, the author of this blog, is feeling emotionally despondent. Many things are to blame for this current lack of enthusiasm about life. It all started with her DNA strand, making her exceptionally susceptible to The Funk. But genetics are not fully at…