And Then…

• I can be a bitch. Peri-menopause has stolen my patience. But I’m trying to work on calming down and breathing before snapping.
• I have issues with lies and surprises. I can find it hard to distinguish between the two.
• I don’t cotton to unreciprocated kindness. I expect to be treated as I treat others.
• I love my pets but I’m not a good pet owner. I hate the mess, the shed hair, the expense, and the constraints on travel.
• I’m an unhealthy mostly vegan. I haven’t touched meat, fish, or fowl in over three decades. But I struggle to maintain balanced eating habits.
• I will never know financial security. I will continue to work for the majority of my life as I won’t be able to afford retirement. But I recognize how blessed I am to have a home, a car, and food.
• I have many aunts, uncles, and cousins that I either no longer have a relationship with or that I’ve never met. It bothers me but I don’t lose sleep over it.
• My heels hurt. It is painful to walk. This is new. I think it is related to my hormonal changes. But I’m not sure. It’s time to see my doctor. I love walking too much to just continue to suffer silently.
• Listicles are weird. But I wanted to try one on for size. They’re like conversation starters that just hang in the air. Bueller? Bueller?
• I am so damn proud of my kids. Seriously. They are amazing human beings. They are, to the extent that I can attempt to take any credit, my greatest achievement.
• I could live the rest of my life happily without coffee, alcohol, chocolate, or TV. But why give any of it up? Having vices is part of the balance.
• I’ve never been good at saying “when.” But when I do finally make a decision, I can be incredibly stubborn.