Disclaimer: this is a straight-forward, blunt, personal perspective about women and periods. If you’re squeamish about these things I encourage you to get over it and read it anyway. Looking forward to respectful and thoughtful, contributing comments. Let’s talk about this and take away the stigma of menstruation.
Ladies, do you remember the circumstances of your first period?
What about you men, do you remember when your sisters started…? Or your daughters?
I don’t remember much, other than the usual sentiments of discomfort, anxiety about leaks, and how unfair it was to have to go through this crap for the next 40+ years.
Without the umbrella on the back porch I haven’t been enjoying morning coffee outside. Which, even with the umbrella casting shade, is only really doable prior to about 7:30 am. After that it gets too hot and sticky…
But the wind broke the umbrella beyond repair.
So we ordered a new one only we miscalculated its measurements. It’s too small.
Disclaimer: I understand that many/most people have bigger fish to fry while the world is falling apart than to sit and contemplate this vanity-induced post here, so if you do comment, please be kind (but still honest) – I have no qualms blocking anyone if you attack or put down someone’s opinion on my blog.
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Once upon a time when I was young and stupid, I dated some people I shouldn’t have.
Recently, I reflected on some comments one of them made, that have me irked. (sorry not sorry)
Earlier today I texted a friend that I had a list and I was going to be productive and get things done. After all, it was raining, gloomy and cold; what better time to stay indoors and get some chores tackled?
My friend checked in with me a few hours later assuming, incorrectly, that I had accomplished at least some of the tasks.