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Aspiring to be our genuine self is probably one of the hardest things to do.—April Maye
so many in social media are there with the intent to sell something even if it’s only an image. as such, they show you something they’re usually not—perfect, financially wealthy, humble, honest, the list goes on.
the desire to be seen, heard and valued amongst the masses leads to false representation, copycatting and plagiarism. the desperation on the Internet highway is REAL
i see so many women i once respected for their message or brand succumb to the pressure to be someone else. they hop from one bandwagon to the next. inappropriately use causes for selfish gain. steal someone’s idea, quote or tagline. some change the words of others to make them seem like their own, and some don’t even bother making changes. they just regurgitate it without shame or embarrassment for the whole world to see.
in doing so these women fail to show up for themselves.
i’ve had my experiences with this type. i’m always so disappointed and shocked by their lack of awareness. and, while i’ve never been tempted to steal from others, i have had the feeling that i am not good enough. especially since i started blogging. I’ve written about that HERE.
i’ve compared myself to more established bloggers. we’ve all wanted those followers at some time or another. we all want to succeed.
but the desperate need for recognition and “follows” leads people to make big business mistakes. mistake that will not only damage their reputation, but inhibit them from achieving the one thing they really want: success.
with that said, here’s this week’s quote and something to think about.
I was loading the dishwasher when I realized how bad I felt. I was sad. Sad like something bad happened. It reminded me of how I felt after the loss of my sister. It was in that moment I acknowledged the direct connection between my emotions and menopause.
Dear friends and menopause survivors, today I come to you in the midst of a menopause meltdown.
Menopause has been nothing but an uphill climb.
Two of the most challenging symptoms for me have been clumsiness, and memory failure.
As I write this I can’t find a credit card I had in my hand an hour ago.
I’ve turned the entire house upside down trying to find it. I’ve turned my purse and wallet inside out.
I’ve taken everything out of my freezer and refrigerator—-yes, I said the freezer and the refrigerator.
You’d be surprised how many things end up there these days.
Adding insult to injury is that I can’t even re-trace my steps because I don’t remember what I was doing when the card was in my hand.
I know I made tacos for lunch. I can only hope the card didn’t make it into the pan.
Maybe I got a phone call. Maybe I got a text message. Maybe I had to go to the bathroom. Maybe my brain just took a break at an inconvenient time.
But whatever the reason, I can’t find it. And all I feel is defeat, frustration and upset.
This happens a lot since menopause charged into my life like a bull in a china shop.
Some days I can’t remember where I parked my car. And I’m always on the hunt for something: my keys, my underwear or my glasses–usually on my face.
The glasses, that is. Not the underwear. If those end up on my head then menopause has completely taken over.
A good day for me is when I leave the house with two matching shoes on and my lipstick on my face where it’s supposed to be.
Most women in menopause tend to be aggressive towards their husbands during this time. Some don’t even like them anymore.
(We’ll talk more about menopause divorce in another article).
Thankfully, I don’t feel that way about my husband.
But…I am re-thinking my strategy on that because when I’m in the menopause tunnel (that’s what I call it), I don’t have the patience for a 110 questions on why I thought spaghetti seemed like a good idea for dinner.
Also, I don’t have the patience for any tone I don’t recognize or a certain kind of teasing, both of which my husband did wrong at Costco over the weekend.
I truly thought I was going to end up on the news for giving him a menopause smackdown.
Thankfully, all ended well.
I still can’t find my credit card and while I can laugh a little now that I’ve written this, I’m still so bummed, because I have a purse in my shopping cart that I really need to purchase today.
Okay that’s a wrap for now. If you’re still here thank you for listening to me.
If you’re a menopause survivor I’d really love to hear from you.
What are your symptoms? How are you coping? How has menopause impacted you on an emotional level?
Speak your #menopausetruth here!