The Best Thing About Life Post-Menopause

No doubt, quite a few people won't be interested in this post.  I guess the males haven't even bothered to look, and many of you female followers are more into babies than thinking of menopause.  I doubt if I gave it much thought all those decades ago.

Well, I must tell you something very important that you might not know.  And those who didn't know that side of me probably think that I'm exaggerating, but I'm not.  I used to be an awfully mean, easy to anger person.  That was for many reasons; one being the result of emotional abuse, a condition I only heard of close to middle-age.

A lot of you ladies, and the hardy men who are still reading, probably can guess the other reasons...

hormones

Many of us are controlled by our hormones, which, in a younger than me female, fluctuates in cycles.  They can make us moody and mean and worse.  Why do I say worse?  That's because at times we really have no control over our reactions to things.

Even before my hormones began to depart I started to try to correct/change my behavior.  At least, as per the Jewish Laws of Teshuva, Repentance, stage one was to recognize that I had a problem, a very serious one.  My angry, hysterical reactions to all sorts of things over most of my life did a lot of damage to me and others.

I hadn't realized how much I had changed until the other night.  I was dressed in nice, new for me clothes, attending a social event, when a neighbor splattered a ton of reddish salad dressing all over my light-colored wool jacket and pale beige cotton skirt.  I looked at the damage and felt nothing.  No uncontrollable wave of anger surged through my system.  I told her that it was OK, only clothes.  She was so grateful.  I tried to explain that "the new me" had been reacting.  The "old me" would have killed her. 

I told her that I have been working on changing myself for a very long time.

Another neighbor "tasted" the dressing, gave me laundering instructions and sent me home to change and wash it immediately.  I was so mellow, that I would have just sat there all dirty.  After putting the skirt in the washing machine and spot-cleaning the jacket, I returned to the party in different clothes.

Ladies, being post-menopause is something to look forward to!  I like the "new me."