As you can see being
timelier with my blog entries was not one of my New Year’s resolutions.
Although I believe this year holds many wonderful surprises it begins with a
hint of disillusion when it comes to menopause.
It seems that once I am able to accept something in my life it goes away. Like finally coming to terms with my
curly hair that I had attempted to straighten since I was in third grade
whether it was with orange juice cans, blow driers, special brushes,
professionals – even flat irons. Once I stopped fighting the curls and started
using a diffuser I realized how much easier my hair was to deal with. Then
after getting my hair cut a few years later – poof!! Just like that the curl
was gone.
And so it is with
menopause. I have dreaded “The Change” for years yet once I accepted it was
actually going to happen my body became rebellious. I was halfway
to the finish line – six months with only six more to go. But no, my body had
other plans as if it is going to rally one last time and drag this event out as
far as it can before giving up. I'm not sure I want to end up on the cover of The National Enquirer as the oldest woman to give birth.
Oh youth, how I will miss thee! Hey, come back, I'm not done with you yet.
