So, I don’t know what I wasn’t thinking when I started to listen to this one - but I stopped listening mid stream. I was in a very bad mood and it wasn’t even TRYING to meet me where I was determined to remain emotionally at that moment.
I may consider continuing the journey a bit later, as it seems I have made great progress in cheering up that silly intermittent bitch who comes and goes as she pleases, just like the hot flashes, and crying spells that make no sense because I honestly don’t know why I’m crying.
I’ll leave my review after I complete Part II. As myself. Whoever she is today.
I’ll send you a postcard from the edge of perimenopause when it’s safe. Until then, everyone should just remain indoors or perhaps consider relocating.
😂 😂 grief is a journey, you don’t get to choose the bus” irreverent, as always. Please never stop.
Irreverent. That will be the title of my Biography. If someone deems it worthy of writing. Thank you!
Oh I’m sure someone will deem it worthy. YW, thank you. Still laughing.
So, I don’t know what I wasn’t thinking when I started to listen to this one - but I stopped listening mid stream. I was in a very bad mood and it wasn’t even TRYING to meet me where I was determined to remain emotionally at that moment.
I may consider continuing the journey a bit later, as it seems I have made great progress in cheering up that silly intermittent bitch who comes and goes as she pleases, just like the hot flashes, and crying spells that make no sense because I honestly don’t know why I’m crying.
I’ll leave my review after I complete Part II. As myself. Whoever she is today.
I’m sorry. I hope today improves for you.
I’ll send you a postcard from the edge of perimenopause when it’s safe. Until then, everyone should just remain indoors or perhaps consider relocating.
“My mother poured a glass of wine and asked if I’d be staying for dinner. I said no. She said good.”
Yeah.
I was laughing so hard that I almost fainted. Note to self: stop listening to Substack in the car.