Good day everyone. It's been almost four months since my last post. I wish I could tell you that I've been busy as hell, working on my next manuscript, or getting in tip-top physical shape to better take on my golden years. Alas, I have mostly been staring into space it seems...zombified, catatonic, suspended between the realms of deep sleep and the waking world. My body has hit a fatigue mountain. Everything is in slow motion, especially my brain! I could blame depression, but I have a sneaking suspicion that her Majesty Menopause, has a lot to do with it.
In an effort to thwart any further attempt of her Highness to push me over the dementia cliff, I have been reading. I've been reading a LOT. I've always been an avid reader and I still love a good suspense novel. Problem is, I no longer have the retention that I used to. The material fades away like dye cast in a flat calm body of water. I am, in no means, making light of this...well, maybe a little, it's how I cope...sadly, dementia has affected distant members of my immediate family, so it's always on my radar.
I hope someday soon, I turn the corner and leave menopause behind, waaay behind. I have no idea if that will leave me feeling like my old self again. Maybe I never will. Maybe menopause is the change of life. Maybe we are not meant to return to the yearnings of our more youthful years. Maybe Mother Nature in all of her wisdom, gives us this challenge as a gift. Maybe menopause is a metamorphosis that changes us for the best. We break out of our chrysalis more beautiful, more wise, and less likely to put up with any bullshit, because we have been through hell, and survived!
Keep it up ladies! We've got this.
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