Life over here does not suck. Let me set that out there. I live in a warm home, we have plenty to eat. My children are healthy. My parents are still alive. Why does life seem so hard right now?
I feel barely human.
Once I head out to the different blogs I read, I see that I'm not alone. I have plenty of company. It's a grey, dark, miserable time and I'm so thankful to have a warm place to hang and not be out on the street.
Hormones are doing a number on me, and I'm worried about the colonoscopy, not because I'll be in pain, because I'll be out. Because I don't want to have to stop taking my vitamins that make me feel better and because there are dietary restrictions for a week. And the whole prep of taking a nuclear laxative is just unappealing to me.
I'm hoping I can wax poetic about the "clean ans a whistle" feeling I 'll have once I've shat my brains out.
Formerly known as My Mid Life Crisis From Hell. But then I figured out that even though I was in Mid Life it didn't feel much like a crisis. The new name comes from the Greek word hybris, means “excessive pride.” In Greek tragedy, hubris is often viewed as the flaw that leads to the downfall of the tragic hero. Life just feels like it's one big school to teach us not to be so full of ourselves. Or shit.
Blog's I Adore
About Me
- Menopausal Death Crone
- P-Town, Northwest, United States
- Apologies and thanks to Annie Lamott for thinking of the most appropriate name for me, before I did.
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