Atualizado: 16 de Jan de 2020
I like thinking of Menopause as if it were a season of life! I invariably see it painted in a thousand gorgeous colors, in miscellaneous gradients. Here and there from yellow to orange... from blue to violet and through red, of course! ... Beyond, from immaculate white to a dark black! With menopause (when it's not early) , it is possible to look at life differently. We can look back! Yes, we already have a road behind us. We have already reached the station of life of the Mature Age!
We go around and around, a little dizzy from the rotational motion, and we look back. We rub our eyes. We open our mouth in mild amazement. We look ahead and as you know, it's the sole direction to look is forward! Some days with fear, others with our nerves at the tips of our fingers, there we go on a journey, and incredibly life hasn't stopped. Always, with our emotions painting the days and imparting with it a new bittersweet flavor...Will it be? Because we don't know very well!!
They invariably say it's the hormones.
Hormonal imbalance! And so it is! And?! Patience, too bad!
It genuinely seems to me, that the many years and consistent expectations also help with the hormonal imbalance.
The end of childbearing age has come! Where there should be invariably considerable relief, it isn't quite all that. There realistically is another side. Our capable body has rung a bell inside us, which seems that only we've heard. No doubt, because the world has not stopped. There is no pity. Everything and Everyone precisely behave the same, as if we were not at The Menopause Station!!
In addition to the shrill ringing of this merciless bell are inevitably the "hot flashes"! What episodes! That heat, that comes overwhelmingly from nowhere and forcibly takes over our whole being. We look like Grandma Mary, who in those odd moments of such violent episodes cooled herself with her fan. Merely to survive!
I fortunately have a nurse friend who revealed, that these "hot flashes" defend me from heart attacks! Blessed! Shall they be rightfully?
We suddenly perceive ourselves in another innovative way. The eyes that look inside us fortunately discover other tastes and flavors... And these shrewd eyes, that contemplate us from the outside, find each other wrinkling, slowly searching for the best way to crease.
Ultimately, we have undoubtedly reached The Mature Age!
It's a pleasure! A distinct era to undoubtedly discover.
Brand new. Ready for a dazzling debut!?
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