These are times when I refuse to look at myself in the mirror and try instead to drown-out the voices of discouragement, lest I come to really hate what I see. And as the battle rages on, I am suddenly whisked-away by another voice, my dear Lancelot Knight’s, simple and sincere, “I love you and like you just as you are.”
Nothing could pull me out of the pit of despair faster than hearing my hubby say he loves me, and loves me just as I am! But just as I am, is an ever changing chameleon, ceaselessly morphing in and out. It is like time-traveling and finding myself inside someone else’s body.
As if just overnight, we transform from happy, nothing-to-worry-about childhood days to tempestuous adolescence.
The teenage wonder years were overrated!
Somewhere in our 30’s we begin perimenopause, lasting about 10-15 years before the onset of menopause, and evidenced by physical changes in our monthly cycle and mental health symptoms.
I did lots of crying then, believing it was the end of my life as I knew it!
I made it to my 40’s, and for some reason I wasn’t bothered by much of anything then. But then I met head-on with menopause in my 50’s, and I was only too glad to have left those bothersome monthlies and complicated mood swings behind me.
Who knew, that being Menopausal, I’d be annoyed by just about everything else?
Phew! That’s a whole lot of changes and dramas and tears to have to go through in one lifetime. I’m tired already!
We dream a life to be; we live to dream that life! (vka)