I Won't Tell My Therapist But I'll Tell You

Since I last wrote I turned 46 years old, moved out of my comfort zone to a new city, and started going through menopause (thanks to chemotherapy), so you can only imagine how charming I have been lately.

Actually, I am always charming but sometimes it is misunderstood as being bitchy.

Whatever!

I haven't forgotten about my blogging life it just seemed a little like going to therapy, and I didn't want to have to admit to this or that to anyone, but here I am.

The following is a list of things I don't want to tell a therapist (if I even had one), buuuuuuuut, I'll tell you:

1. Menopause sucks! I have always been a person who never was hot, now I break out into a sweat and throw things off of me like a stripper with Turrets.

2. Turning 46 is just too damn close to 50. I threatened a girl with INS for offering me the senior citizen discount at Salvation Army. She had blond hair and blue eyes, but my ass was ready to send her back to Sweden!

3. I love living near the beach! Oh how I have always wanted to, however for future advice to y'all, do not move near the beach when it is summer time and you are beginning menopause. I no longer have that youthful summer glow. I leak like a freaking water hose.

You are officially all caught up with my life. I promise.  

I also promise to keep blogging and sharing with you.

Thanks for hanging in there!

This is the new face of menopause.