It has been over a month since I posted to Menopause Goddess Blog – mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. How did this happen?
Well, for starters, I traveled to Croatia and Slovenia including a side trip to Mostar, Bosnia-Herzegovina with five girlfriends of a certain vintage. Yep, Dewitt was calling us the Menopause Vagabonds. We sampled history, stunning beauty, and some of the best white wines we have collectively encountered. Hmmmm, vagabonding. We may be on to something here.
Recovering from jet lag has proven to be an arduous process but I am finally on Hawaii standard time and my molecules have rejoined me. (They were spread across two oceans for a while.)
The holidays took another bite of time – Thanksgiving celebrations, Christmas parade, tree trimming, gift buying. Whew.
Now, for some big news. Menopause Goddess Blog will be changing in 2016. No worries, we will continue to bring you the latest news and reality checks about the menopause journey. In addition, we will be expanding our focus to Life after the Pause – how will we live a vibrant, joyful Second Act?
A fabulous menopause expert and coach will be joining me as a principal writer of the blog. She will be illuminating all things pausal and I will be exploring “what comes next.” I’ll introduce her to you all before the end of the year. Stay tuned for new perspectives, new insights, new visions.
I’m so glad you had a great vacation! Welcome back! If you decide to add a few guest posts, I’d love to be included. My book “Ordinary into Extraordinary” should be out in Spring of 2016. I’d love to do a small excerpt from it on your blog when it’s released.
Sounds like you had a wonderfully bonding trip with your “gal friends”. I am really looking forward to the new additions to your Menopause Goddess Blog! I definitely fit into the “Life after the Pause” category!!
Written by Tracy Clutton
She’s a hotbed of volcanic blasts
And often has the blues
She’s red and raw and sweaty
And she always wants a snooze
Her husband doesn’t know her
There’s a certain kind of pall
It wasn’t always like this
He’s been driven up the wall
It’s a waste, and a futility
To think that there’s a cure
For nature takes the best of us
And takes our whole allure
It’s a time, a place and milestone
Don’t share it with a crowd
The secret curse of menopause
Only silent suffering allowed.
What’s all the fuzz about?
Why the fluid retaining?
It’s transformation to old age
While tummy weight is gaining
She fights alone her hormone hell
She doesn’t want to boast
No puberty or change of heart
Just a slow and steady roast
She buys a fan, nudes up at night
Her husband, he gets chancy
Her heat is high, she’s burning up
Cold showers are her fancy
It’s basted and it’s burning
A bitter pill to taste
When everything is said and done
A mid-life change is faced
Well said! Funny and true!