Zen and Menopause?
I have decided that my current state of perimenopause has led me to be less “zen” than normal. I shouldn’t say I decided exactly, I should say I was told. An intervention with the other household members, four of the five(the youngest was excluded) . A menopause intervention. Yep, you, heard me right.
I have always thought that the intervention process was a worthy one. But a menopausal intervention? You must be kidding me. An intervention is a confrontation for getting a loved one the help that they need, usually associated with addiction and destructive behavior. I guess they all felt my behavior was destructive enough to all assemble and confront me. Not an easy assembly to have, given the age ranges, schedules, and overall in and out buzz of a very busy household. They must have really been serious about this.
I was cornered in my kitchen while I prepared our evening meal. I must say I was a little upset, as cooking is a very therapeutic process for me, one that I enjoy and look forward to. They basically ruined that one. As they preceded to tell me what this was about, I started to laugh hysterically. No one joined in. Staring at their faces, I could see they were serious, and my laughter dissipated quickly. Another ruined moment. I told them this was dangerous water to tread in given my current emotional state, still no one laughed at my joke.Yet again, another ruined moment. I told them I hoped they weren’t to hungry because if they continued on with this process, I highly doubted they would be eating anything. That didn’t even get a response. After I had pulled out all the stops in my repertoire, I finally gave in and sat down. All the while, I really at this moment wished I was in that picture.
I have a new found respect for anyone who has to go through this process, it really isn’t so comfortable to be in the hot seat. I was suddenly humbled. But then something happened. I felt a wave of heat roll up from my toes all the way to my head. I was beat red. I know what your thinking, hot flash. No, I was flaming angry. Then I cried. A moment later I dove into a long monologue telling them all how insensitive they were. After that I cried again.
Success! Thanks to my menopause, no one ever uttered a word.They scattered from my kitchen like flies. Intervention thwarted.Was it really the mood swings, or was it my ability to manifest? I was able to manifest they exact thing I wanted, which was for them not to be able to utter a word of their disapproval of my recent behavior and mood swings. That’s what they get for being such naysayers of all my philosophies and teachings. Countless years of being scoffed at and poo pooed, and guess who finally showed them all the stuff I believe in works.
So for all you women who think menopause has your zen mojo off balance, think again. The two together can actually create pure bliss. A quiet kitchen to cook my meal I thought we would not be having. A smile on my face, and gratitude in my heart. Gratitude for no one being able to open their mouths and speak. I am in a perfect state of pure bliss. At least for now, until the next menopausal moment takes hold of me. I’ll keep working on that, or maybe not.
