Is it just me, or are there days where you don’t feel anything? Maybe I’m weird but I feel like some days I’m completely out of touch. I’m uncreative, unpassionate, and, sometimes, unhappy. I don’t feel like myself. I wish I could say this funk passes, but sometimes I can go a solid week just… not feeling myself? Maybe it’s burnout, maybe it’s just emotional bleh, but either way, here are a few things that I do to feel like myself again. Maybe, if you feel this way sometimes perchance, they can help you too?
So, If you’re not feeling like yourself , try some of these things.
Go for a walk or a drive. Roll down the windows and listen to the wind. Get lost in nature.
Listen to your favorite music. Listen to old music. Listen to your childhood favorites. Get lost in the sound pulsing through your head.
Exercise real hard for like half an hour to a full hour and then take a looong hot shower or even a bath. The exercise will boost your endorphins and the shower will make you feel satisified and squeaky clean.
Read your favorite book. Remember what it was like reading it for the first time? Get lost with the characters and love them till the end.
Pick yourself some flowers. Got lost in the way they sweetly smell and brighten up your room.
Cuddle something. This can be a stuffed animal, a pet, or, if you have a designated cuddle human (apparently that’s what I’m calling significant other’s now?), a person.
Write something. A story. A letter. Anything. Get lost in the words and the way they tumble onto the page.
Look up at the stars or watch a sunset. Get lost in the colors.
Open a window or something. Fresh air does wonders. I don’t think any candle or air freshener in the world could ever replicate the smell of crisp air.
Collect shiny things, little things that make you smile and put them in a jar. I know this sounds weird, and almost Crow like, but for me personally, I get joy from little things.
Remember, to find yourself, you might have to get lost a little bit, often in the little things. And that’s alright. Perhaps that’s why the little things are there in the first place.
By the Brooke 