The Grey Zone

Before you ask- no. This is not a post about old grannies in some messed up sci-fi fantasy show with a weird twist at the end.  Though it might be marginally more exciting if it were. Sorry about that.

You know the grey zone? That weird place where you’re not exactly miserable and unhappy, but you know you’re not feeling particularly #blessed and zesty for life? It’s this zone in the middle of it all, where you can exist, and you can have some fun, but it’s like you’re operating at 75% and not 100%.

Much along the same lines as other gems such as carbolinia and no-aphobia,  I’m sure the grey zone is a totes legit thing. And it can really suck. I’m so grey right now, this post is even boring. Again. Sorry about that.

grey zone cool story
I KNOW, RIGHT? Sorry. Again.

It’s that thing where you can be chugging along, comfortable in your ways, not really minding the grey zone and then BAM! It hits you. You’re greyed out. Not happy…. Not sad…. Not anything really. It’s a full attack of the meh’s.

When you’re doing the same thing day in, day out, it can be a drag. But yet comfortingly safe at the same time. And if you’re anything like me you’re a walking paradox- enjoy the safezone but then itching to take a risk all at the same time.

I’ll frequently have fantasies where I just quit my jobs, sell up, move somewhere fresh and start anew. Maybe with the family in tow. That depends on my mood for the day and how many times I’ve had “Muuuuuuuuuum sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” thrown at me.

grey zone face
This. Me. Regularly. The other side to my resting bitch face. Image Source.

But alas, these things never come to fruition and I continue my moderate pace on the hamster wheel. I think in the early years of Motherhood in particular, there’s a lot of grey zone. There’s a fair whack of treading water while you juggle little ones.

When we’re stuck in the grey zone, we can beat ourselves up pretty bad.  Get annoyed that we feel so grey. If we could be bothered to feel annoyed. And that helps so much, right?

Yeah, not so much.

So what do we do to get out of this grey zone?  We’ve got all our tried and tested strategies- from distraction, to self-talk, to gratitude diaries, to exercise etc. But really? I find the only thing that really gets rid of the Grey Zone is to just ride it out. Know that it comes to an end eventually.

grey zone dog
Dogs know where it’s at. Image Source

Just remember you’ll get back to your A game soon enough. And you’ve got plenty of time to get shit done. That’s my thing. I get greyed out and then I feel like life is slipping away. Not dramatic at all. The kids grow up and get more independent. We can change jobs and direction. We can move and try new things. Sometimes we just have to tread water for a little bit and just go through the same-same phase.

If you’re in the grey zone right now, I am FEELING YOU. Literally and metaphorically. Yeah, you like that?

A neat little article is here on getting out of a funk. I prefer grey zone.

What’s your tried and tested trick for getting out of the grey zone?

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