Greetings my friends from way down South!!
Truly I am sorry for being absent so long. My first excuse is MenoPAUSE. Life as I knew it is no longer. You know you’re in menopause
when you swipe your grocery store card to get into the gym. Twice. Maybe three times. The guy behind the counter looked at the screen as I swiped with his eyes bugging out. Lord knows what he saw. Wacko in Aisle Nine. You know when you’re in menopause when you back up out of your parking space feeling like something is just not right. It seemed a little dark in the car for a sunny day. I was disoriented and confused. Then I realized I still had the sun visor covering the windshield. Panic. Did anyone just see me do that?
I am happy to say I have not turned into the B (itch) predicted when, as my friend calls it, The Red Devil stops. Who could be angry at that? I say Farewell Old Friend. Instead I provide light entertainment for myself and others. On the down side I did not sleep for one whole year hence my absence. I tried everything. Every herb, even drugs. Nothing could keep me asleep. And once awake, forget it. I even tried a chiropractor who works on the fringe healing with, well, I don’t really know what but I was desperate. I had to know someone to get an appointment. The first time I met him he asked me to turn around and looked me up and down. Then he said, now don’t get mad at me, but you carry your weight right here as he slapped the outside of my thighs. Strangely enough I didn’t deck him and felt oddly soothed by him. He said I had the Gonad body type, Mother Earth, caretakers of the world. I always put a Gonad type at the front desk, he said. Good for business. Now my wife, he said, has a Thyroid body type, Sex Goddess. Mmm. We’ve been married 45 years. She is something. And she was something. From the neck down she looked like a twenty-something. I went back. He patted my thighs every time. I thought anyone who talked about his wife like that deserved a chance. I never did sleep. He eventually fired me when I didn’t get better. I miss him. And speaking of thighs I began eating like I was in puberty again. Or maybe it was the lack of sleep. I don’t know. The fat collected on my body and right on cue got its menopause marching orders to move front and center and for added effect rounded out the bottom. And then there are the bunions. Hope I’m not spoiling this for anyone. So much to look forward too. I don’t mind going to the podiatrist though. Any doc who doesn’t weigh me is okay in my book. And that’s it. Pretty well caught up.
I am regrouping now that I am sleeping better. The stress of my job overwhelms me, and I set the intention to move on. NOW!! My timing and Divine timing never seem to be in sync. Waiting gracefully does not seem to be a lesson I will get in this lifetime. Shhh!!! Competition is fierce, and I’m not a spring chicken any more. I asked for reduced hours. Nada. I may be able to work longer days to get Fridays off. Next best thing. I have some ideas in the works so send me good energy. Really. I need all I can get.
And the honest intent of my email was to take PAUSE and reflect on my friends and be THANKFUL for every one of you. I pray you are well and flourishing. I know you are there even when we are out of touch. I send you my LOVE and my eternal gratefulness for GRACING me with your very BEING. BLESSINGS To you all. Happy Holidays!
Goodnight from Greenville, Dyanne
P.S. — Visitors are always welcome!!
Dyanne is an inner wisdom coach, psychotherapist, writer, mind-body healer, Integrative Yoga Therapy teacher, certified “Journal-to-the SELF” instructor and creator of https://www.holywhollyholey.comhelping women heal and step into their power. She is the author of the ebook, “Holey Path to Holy Living: A Women’s Path to Healing and Freeing Sacred Feminine Power,” which can be found on Amazon and on her websitehttps://www.amazon.com/Holey-Path-Holy-Living-Feminine-ebook/dp/B01MUI0OOJ/ref=sr_1_13?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1486652110&sr=1-13&keywords=holy+path
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