#85: How to get out of a funk

at least for a little bit

The other day I woke up on the wrong side of the bed (actually, it felt more like the cramped space between my bedframe and the floor). I emerged like a cranky dusty bunny, already sure the day was a waste before I brushed my teeth. 

On days like this one, I like to keep a list of ways to carry me through (and maybe out of!) the funkiness. I am a firm believer that rest and patience are the best recipe, but here are a few more antidotes:

Good luck!