The following words might seem…
…femme-scented, on the surface. But this is also about how definitions can mean the difference between defeat and defiance.
Like a lot of my female peers, I am in hormonal flux.
This is a delightful time of heat surges, mood merry-go-rounds and even some ear buzzings which feel like my brain is trying to pick up an obscure radio station in Latvia.
Throw some formication into the ‘meno mix’ and you’ve got all the ingredients for what I call, The Hormone Apocalypse. Yes, formication, that sensation you feel when you’re convinced tarantulas are browsing up and down your skin. (After many jump scares, I’ve learnt to look first, panic later.)
But back to the Apocalypse. It’s easy to shake, be rattled and recoil at this.
Catastrophes, damage, destruction, oh my! But the Greek word apokálypsis means a revelation, to uncover, disclose, reveal, oh yes!
This dynamite definition feels so right because alongside the nuts symptoms I’ve also felt a ‘take-no-prisoners’ fearlessness I’ve craved forever. My decades of people-pleasing and caring what the entire solar system thinks of me is disintegrating to reveal, The Real Me.
So, if you’re wrangling with your own Hormone Apocalypse, take heart.
You are walking into a deeply powerful chapter in the story of YOU. And it can be a bold ass STRUT… if you let it.
“Aging is an extraordinary process whereby you become the person you always should have been.”
That’s David Bowie’s sage philosophy and My Phylosophy too.
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