As a woman in menopause transition I am claiming the right to rest, restore, recharge. I remember the right to say no, not now not because I have reached my limit but because I have a preference.
I seem to have to learn this many times. I forgive myself for having to learn this many times. My patience is wearing thin and I feel intolerant, other times I am cast adrift and feel like I haven’t a clue who I have become. This is the unknowing and the undoing. I have a feeling it’s part of menopausing.
We will find solid ground again, we are strong, we’ve got this.
I love you my sisters.
Don’t drink even if your ass is on fire.
Kate x
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