Groove funk.

After an awesome week lazing around one of the most gorgeous lakes in the southcentral U.S., I'm having a really hard time locating my groove. I think I left it - and my mind - back on that lake. Time seemed to stand still down there while the rest of the world marched on. While I was gone, two clients and two co-workers gave notice. Three co-workers wrote contracts on new homes. And my baby brother managed to land his dream job in Phoenix and will be moving his family there next month. No wonder I'm in a funk. Things around me are changing rapidly this summer - when I just really want to be still and chill. Maybe this is why I have not blogged in a while. I'm trying to catch my breath and mentally manage all the changes around me. These are no typical summer dog days. Soon the school year will be upon us - and structure will settle in, forcing me back into the routine and everyday life obligations. And with structure will come the groove - sans the white leisure suit.