I Miss My Thoughts the Most

My first message to God when I arrive in heaven is, “Menopause? Really? We curl up around heating pads once a month, we grow other human beings in our uterus, we push them out of an area much too small for that job, we raise said human beings for eighteen years, we clean and cook and work and often lose husbands along the way, and then our reward is menopause?

[quote button_text=”Tweet the Quote”]And men have one issue whichViagra solves?  Something’s not right here.[/quote]

Then I will ask to see Mary, because I trust her perspective.

Until that conversation, however, I’ve got to strategize on my own.

I miss my thoughts the most . . .

Since menopause, my thoughts are like visitors who have an eye on their watch and a cup of coffee in their hand. As visitors go, my thoughts are incredibly annoying. They are shaky, lack confidence, and run in and out without notice.

Below is a conversation I had with my husband last night:

Me: You ought to read this book by Stephen King called On Writing. It’s really good.

Husband: What’s good about it?

Me: About what?

I’m working on conversational fillers . . .

I miss my thoughts. They made me sound relevant and smart. Perhaps my brain needs to create a more welcoming atmosphere so they’ll hang around longer after the coffee wears off. Until then,  I’m working on some fillers that I can use, such as:

  • Bring in the clowns!
  • You gotta do what you gotta do.
  • You talkin’ to me? 

Let’s use one in the conversation shared above:

Me: You ought to read this book by Stephen King called On Writing. It’s really good.

Husband: What’s good about it?

Me: About what?

Husband: You were talking about your book.

Me: Hey, you gotta do what you gotta do.

Tell me what you know . . .

If there are any other tips for helping your memory during menopause, I’d love to hear them. Because God knows . . . um . . . Bring in the clowns!!

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