Not my first rodeo
I’m coming around the bend again, she’ll be riding six white horses when she comes, when she comes, okay so that is not what is happening this time around, but I recognize all the dissonance that I am now on a first name basis with I take a step forward and get knocked to the left, knocked to the right, and I turn to do the hokey pokey only before I can return I’ve lost my footing. But this time my cry that I used to be somebody is not a joke, for I was, seriously, somebody to someone who did something somewhere and now, who am I?
I described the latest round to a friend and she said, “Wow, that’s a lot of stuff at once but all of them seem symptomatic and could be chalked up to “normal hormonally changes”. The good thing is that it sounds like you are going through all these checks and balances at once and I only think things are bound to get better. I swear that some of the unbalances we feel while experiencing menopause nudge (ok more like forcefully shove) us to reevaluate and make changes in our lives for the better. I know I have and although it wasn’t fun at first I continue to feel stronger both emotionally and spiritually more than any other time in my life.”
Well, here we are at the rodeo, and I’m gearing up with my chaps and fringe and the only thing that has not changed is that I’m dealing with my hair (this time its absence).