Even Coaches Get the Blues

An email put me in a foul mood yesterday. It wasn’t really the message per se, but something about it tipped me over to a place of “screw it” — weariness. I felt defeated. Sad. I wanted to cry.

I ate 2 donuts instead. And I still wanted to cry.

By the time I got home, I was ready to let loose. So I did. Tears. Words of frustration. “Poor me.” What the? “It’s not fair!” A fully catered pity party with all the temper tantrum trimmings.

I let the frustration and despair have its time to make its case to the rest of the committee of the minds that make up the complete me. We listened without interupting. Or judging. Or calling ourself bad names. Or trying to talk ourself out of the feelings.

For about 20 minutes.

Then I took a shower, changed clothes, brushed my teeth. I retreated to a quiet place and listened to this song from Jeff Deyo’s album Saturate, aptly named for moments like this when I really needed to soak in the words. Eyes closed. Heart refilling moment by moment.

And for good measure I skipped a couple of tracks ahead and played this one … singing along, dancing in the privacy of my room. Feeling fully alive — ready to emerge and face the important tasks of the evening. Like making dinner.

Refreshed. Renewed. Saturated in Grace.

In short…

  • Don’t stuff your feelings (with donuts or otherwise) — when they can’t have a space to be, they tend to linger, fester, and get really yucky.
  • Set a time limit for the feeling to be heard
  • Thank it for its input
  • Clear your mind, hit reset, and move on

How about you? What’s your go-to get-out-of-a-funk routine? Tell me about it in the comments below!

2 thoughts on “Even Coaches Get the Blues

  1. Katherine Pugh

    Food is always a component of a pity party or an anger un-managed event. Usually the anger turns into tears. But the food damage has been done, then the guilt trip, etc. Sounds like you know yourself well enough to manage your moments. Thanks for the suggestions!!

  2. kelliwoodford

    Oh, yes! “He is good and His love endures forever” — what a way to get out of that pit! That His love endures even when we want to crunch life up like a bad rough draft and slam dunk it in the trash.
    Helpful, encouraging post, Beth.

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