If only the flux capacitor could be real…#whatmakestimetravelpossible

 

Once upon a time, I liked people. I think I did at least? I enjoyed group outings? It’s been so long since being that person, my brain is foggy.

One thing that’s not talked about NEARLY ENOUGH in the world – perimenopausal/menopausal rage.

FORTHELOVEOFWHATISLEFTOFHUMANITY. Irritable. Impatient. I could punch people just for slapping the “Press to Operate Door” button too harshly. Also, sweat.

When I bring this up to friends who have been there – they knowingly laugh – and tell me it’s real. So real. Really, really real and I’m not *just* crazy.

Add in <insert everything wrong in the world> along with <insert endless list of mental, chronic and autoimmune illness diagnosis’s> and well, the rage is just another checkbox for the year 2022.

andtherearepeopleeverywhere. of course I work at the entrance of the hospital.

I’m complain-y right now, I know. But I reached my people limit approximately 4 hours ago.

I turn 50 next year. For my next 50 years (closer to 10…) can I become a garden witch who lives in the woods of Weber Wonderland – raise chickens, rabbits and goats and veggies and fruits and flowers and herbs and cast spells of abundance and peace and health to all I love?