watch out—IF I’m in a Funk, i Might Bite Your Head Off.

You know that feeling when everything seems “fine” on the outside, but something inside just feels… off? That’s where I’ve been lately. And I want to talk about it—not just because I needed to write it out, but because I know I’m not the only one who gets caught in a funk for no clear reason at all.

You may have noticed I’ve been quiet on the blog. That’s because I’ve been regrounding myself after falling into a bit of a funk. I had a content schedule lined up and every intention of sticking to it—but it didn’t feel right to keep posting as if nothing was off. So, I paused. I gave myself space. And I decided to share this part of the journey instead.

The truth is, I go through funks. Sometimes they’re triggered by something specific, other times they come out of nowhere. This year, I’ve been learning (and practicing) the art of accepting them instead of resisting. In the past, I’d try to power through, distract myself, or force productivity. But that only ever left me mentally and emotionally burnt out.

As much as I wish I could float through life without these slower, darker moments, I’m realizing they make me stronger. I’m learning to surrender—to allow myself to be quiet, say no to things, and do the bare minimum until my energy resets. (Also, switching birth control hasn’t helped my mood—but that’s a convo for another time.)

Even when I’m in the thick of it, I try to do something just for me. These little rituals keep me grounded, give me hope, and help pull me back to myself:

1. Swimming in the ocean
I didn’t move near the beach just for the aesthetics. The ocean is where I go to reset. It’s a sacred space for me—something I deeply connected with during my time in Hawaii. The saltwater, sun, and rhythm of the waves remind me to breathe. They bring me home to myself.

2. Cooking something nourishing
Lately, I’ve been drawn to foods that do something—meals that serve a purpose beyond just tasting good. Cooking lets me turn off the world and turn on music. It’s a creative act of love for my body, my family, and my mind.

3. Putting my hands in the dirt
My sister got me into gardening, and it’s become a non-negotiable. Plants depend on me, and while my partner David can fill in the gaps when I’m low, the garden is my responsibility. When something blooms, it feels like a little win.

4. Planning
Planning helps me regain a sense of control. Color-coding my week or mapping out goals—even small ones—gives me structure and something to look forward to. It gently pulls me out of the haze.

5. Cleaning my space
I swear, when my house is clean, I feel unstoppable. Mopping, wiping, and resetting the vibe of our home brings clarity and motivation. We all have different versions of “clean,” but my family and I are figuring it out together—and it’s worth it.

I hope this helps if you’ve been in a funk too. Or at the very least, I hope it reminds you that you’re not alone. We all have these dips—and that doesn’t make us weak. It makes us human. If you have any go-to rituals or ways to cope during hard moments, I’d love to hear them. Let’s create a space where we can share what’s real and lift each other up—funk and all.