Thursday 4 March 2021

Life's tainted glasses

The older I get, the more I see, feel and realize that although we are all human, our desires are not necessarily the same. 

Social media, for example, is full of conflicting opinions. People seem to interpret any post or article from the depths of their own pain, frustration or joy. We see the world through our own life's tainted glasses, and of course they all differ. After all none of us has exactly the same life to live. What happens to us and around us, makes us. Moulds us. Forms us. Steers us. 

We're all on a journey of our own, seeking answers of our own and battling battles of our own. Sometimes our views are constricted by the fog of fury, the pain of grief, or the bliss of ignorance. Sometimes we get stuck in thoughts or emotions, we become infected by self righteousness and unprepared to let anyone else in. 

Yet we yearn for connection, we long for love and we want to be seen, heard and acknowledged. I've realized that when we judge others harshly, we mostly come down hardest on ourselves. The more we judge, the more judgement falls upon us, not only by others but also by our own inflicted standards. This vicious circle keeps us in defensive mode immediately triggered by attack mode when we read or watch something that hits a sore spot within us. Pain makes us lash out. The deeper the pain, the more we feel we have to defend it.

What if we allow a little bit of softness into our souls? What if we become kinder to ourselves, more forgiving and less judgmental of our own actions? What if we start rooting for connection and understanding by opening and daring to show our own pain and vulnerability to ourselves and to others? What if being kind and involved becomes fashionable again? After all, kindness is long-lasting, durable and repays itself without effort. 

We forget that behind all acts of anger, great pain plays a leading role. Yet we only see the anger and defend ourselves from it, to avoid the pain it may inflict upon us. Let's dare to tread into our pain level and learn to speak to each other from there. Only then can we move to a place of compassion, empathy and willingness to understand. 

After spending most of this past year at home with my own kids and only visiting friends and family once in a while, I realize that having spent the time apart from them has reset my own sense of connection. The imaginary weight, of having to keep up with everyone all of the time and remaining available for any possible (work) opportunity that may arise, has been lifted. In it's place came a sense of relief, and emotional caring - be-it - from a distance that have allowed me to focus more on myself whilst still allowing plenty of room for others in my life. 

It's like taking the time to do nothing. We're afraid of not being productive if we do nothing, we don't dare come across as lazy or unmotivated, but there is so much energy to be found in taking (a little) time to sit still and do absolutely nothing. Must-do's dissolve into nothingness and a new sense of being is born from this practice.

Change is possible - for everyone and in every way - if we allow it. 

Approach your pain with true kindness, it will allow you to soften the aches and embrace the pains. Not only will you become a more forgiving version of yourself but you'll notice how it impacts and inspires others. Don't force it. Let it happen naturally and in its own pace. The world will not suddenly become wonderful and perfect, but the kindness you gift yourself will create a loving and protective shield around you that will carry you when life gets hard. And life will get hard at times. There is no doubt about that.

So let's try to brace ourselves with care and let's move our backlashing anger to a place where it can quietly simmer down and no longer ignite to harm you or anyone else. 





Wednesday 3 February 2021

Menopausal Blood Bath

I turned 48 just recently and according to my doctor and gynaecologist I am headed straight for menopause. No turning back the clock, no bargaining for a few more menopause free years and no mercy on me. It's come too suddenly, too soon and too harsh! 

My bones and joints ache like I imagined they would by the time I'd be ninety. My hair is greasier than John Travolta's in Grease even though I've tried washing it daily, or skipping days to wean off the daily lust for a clean hairdo - nothing betters the sight of it. Recently I lost a molar due to an unforeseen infection, only to find out that not only is the molar gone, but most of the bone around it has disappeared as well, literally leaving me with a crater, the size of hugeness. This too seems to be a 'symptom' of hormonal imbalance, I'm told.

The image of an old - homeless - toothless - lady haunts my mind ever since. Is that what middle-age brings to the table? A degradation of what once was and will never be again?

I don't mean to nag and yes, there is still plenty of life left in me, but I'm shattered by this sudden confrontation with growing older. 

Sensitive readers I suggest you stop here - what I'm about to share isn't prim and proper, feel free to skip it. Also, this is my experience and maybe not anyone else's...

Blood Bath

Yes, there is no other word for it, PERIOD! Every time I now menstruate - and let me be clear about this as there's absolutely no telling when that will be - the first few days cause a horrific blood bath. So much so that my body feels drained and exhausted from leaking away in such a bloody outrageous fashion. Using pads wasn't enough to safely get me through the night time avalanches, so I've degraded to ordering special underwear to spare me from utter embarrassments in the morning. So, I am now the not so proud owner of a few Modibodi's. (I added a link for the curious readers, not to sponsor them or anything like that). The modibodi underwear is extremely comfortable (thank God), it does what it promises and even though I hate the idea of needing this particular type of un-sexy garment, I'm now grateful it exists. 

Hormonal bomb

Usually when I go through things in life, my natural reaction is to talk about what's going on, share my thoughts and feelings with friends and anyone who'll listen and talk back. 

As soon as I started sharing these menopause experiences with my girlfriends, some reacted saying: 'oh yes I remember' or 'it won't last long, but yes it's a drag', 'argh I know, I'm going through exactly the same'. 

So why? Why do women go through this (mostly) in silence? Why did no one tell me more about this hormone bomb, or warn me or let me know that it can turn you into an emotional monster mom at times, if you let it. Why isn't this a more talked about subject and why do women have to pretend to be fine about this when we're not...

This hormonal rollercoaster turns your world upside down and inside out within minutes - something I vaguely remember from going through puberty. It wasn't great then and it's bloody awful now! Just when you think you've got your life on track, you get hit by the (peri)menopause bomb and the collateral damage isn't easy to avoid. 

Blurry Brain

My brain is in a constant haze of not remembering.... the other day I couldn't even remember if I had shampooed my hair already or not whilst in the shower. The more I tried to remember, the more I drew a blank. Utter darkness, nothingness and emptiness in there. A black hole. The trick is nog getting sucked into it, but looking out for the positives, for the good moments I guess, for that which we remember.

Life as we know it continues

In the meantime, whilst this body massacre takes place, life goes on as we know it. We are still expected to show up on time, to be our cheerful selves, to function without flaw at work and at home, and to be the sexy, confident woman our friends and families are used to. 

But to be honest I don't always feel that way now, I often feel vulnerable, scared, insecure, sad and very much alone dealing with these body & mind changing issues. Life has thrown me (and so many other women) a curveball and I'm not too sure how to handle it. 

I'm not ready to stop blooming! 

Please tell me that its DOES get better and that it's not all downhill from here. 

To the men who managed to read this far...

Good on yah! Please be kind if you run into me or any other woman around my age. Thank you!