Menopausal Monday

Self Talk

The Christmas tree is now down, meaning this festive season is officially over. But it’s going to take more than the absence of twinkling bright lights to drag me into a blue state. There’s a restlessness left in me that’s pushing me to be optimistic, in spite of all the ongoing bad news on the current world affairs.

It’s scary to think that we may be assisting to the return to inpune imperialistic regimens, lead by major global powers who could end us all in a phone tap. Piggy-backing on that perspective, life can only get better, and as such, we better start bloody living it.

This doesn’t mean that we now give ourselves permission to act recklessly, or irresponsibly. Instead, it means that we (I) need to start living our lives with more purpose: MORE of what makes us happy, LESS of what gives us grief.