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Wednesday, 29 November 2017

Midlife Mediocrity (or Being Myself – and That’s OK)

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A couple of weeks ago, an article appeared in my newsfeed, called ‘What If All I Want is a Mediocre Life’ by Krista O'Reilly-Davi-Digui. The title called to me so I did something I rarely do on Facebook– I read the article right then and there.

What I read stopped me in my tracks. On a day when the sheer weight of stuff – physical stuff, mental stuff, the stuff not done – threatened to pull me under, it was exactly what I needed to see. I have been fighting all summer to get back on my feet, get back on track, to do all the things. Hell, I have been fighting the battle for ‘perfect’ (or even ‘good enough’) for more years than I can remember!

Saturday, 28 October 2017

Menopause Moi Book Review – The Magic of Menopause by Lorraine Miano

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I was provided with a copy of this book to review. However, all opinions are my own. Also, please note that this post contains an affiliate link. If you click on the product image/text link and purchase it through my account I receive a small remuneration, at no extra charge to you.


The first thing I noticed when I received The Magic of Menopause was its size. Compared to other books I have read on the subject, some of which are tomes, it is comparatively small clocking in at 150 pages. This is NOT a judgement on the book or its value however, just my initial reaction.

I actually liked this book because it is short and sweet – an easy read. If this book had been available when I was beginning my menopause journey, it might have been a better resource to start to learn about the changes I was undergoing. Knowledge is power, but too much at once, especially for my hormone-addled brain, was overwhelming.

Sunday, 22 October 2017

Creeping Cholesterol and Burgeoning Blood Sugar

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This is me! While recent bloodwork did not show any anomalies that might contribute to the fatigue I’m currently experiencing, it did show my cholesterol and blood sugar levels edging higher. Although these afflictions are not a forgone conclusion in midlife, I have to face the fact that at 55, being a couch potato with an affinity for crunchy, salty things (fries, potato chips, etc., etc.!) is catching up to me!

Wednesday, 27 September 2017

Midlife Milestone: The Senior’s Discount

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Midlife Milestone: The Senior's Discount

Once we get into our teenage years, it seems life is full of milestones. At that time, our ‘firsts’ are exciting – first kiss, first boyfriend/girlfriend, first job, perhaps. We get our driver’s licence and live by ourselves for the first time. As we move into our twenties and thirties, life is marked by marriages, home purchases, babies and promotions.

Midlife is no different. As menopausal women, we kiss ‘The Curse’ goodbye, maybe kiss our adult children goodbye and say hello to the empty nest. We deal with retirement, ours or a partner’s, possibly exploring new careers as we go.

Thursday, 14 September 2017

Managing MS with Purple Spots!

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No, this is not some crazy, new therapy. It is merely a wish. I don’t write much about having MS. The main reason is because I am incredibly lucky. My symptoms are minimal, compared to others, and are quite manageable. There are many who are more qualified than me, both educationally and experientially, to write about the symptoms and challenges of, as well as treatments for, MS.

Tuesday, 5 September 2017

5 Things I’ve (Finally!) Learned About Change

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I have written a lot about change (here, here and here are a few examples!). It is an inherent part of midlife, and as a euphemism for menopause it is spot on.

Change is my constant, has been since I was a child. Twenty-five (or is it twenty-six now?) addresses, several schools, a variety of jobs and changes within those jobs, all prove my point. But, as a result of my most recent life change, here are some things I am finally learning about shaking things up.


Monday, 17 April 2017

Whiteout Blackmail (NYC Midnight Short Story Competition entry)

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Ryan Garrett eyed the sky as the bus pulled off the highway and into the airport parking lot. It had been snowing steadily for a couple of hours and the light was fading, although it was only two-thirty in the afternoon. He did not like the fact that the wind was now starting to pick up. He grabbed his luggage and headed to the front of the bus.

‘I hope you make it out before the blizzard hits.’ the driver said, as he opened the door.

‘Me too.’ Ryan waved as he made his way down the steps.

Inside the terminal building, he was sucked into the maelstrom of humanity that is the Reykjavik airport check-in area. He was relieved to see that his flight was still scheduled and on time that, so for once, it didn’t bother him. The plan - get through this lineup and the one at security with time to kill on the other side, where he could relax and grab a bite to eat.

‘Sig’ Sigurdsson was also making his way to the airport. Not for travel, but to his job as a caretaker. Sig hated his job, hated most things about Iceland, and in particular today, hated the weather. His shift didn’t start until six, but he wanted to drive the long road from the city in the daylight. Still buzzed from the pot he smoked earlier, his good mood was fading fast with the horrendous road conditions. The only bright spot, the fact that if the blizzard cancelled flights, he might have a good night relieving tired passengers of their cash and treasured possessions.

Tuesday, 3 January 2017

Welcome 2017!

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I am not going to be one of the people slagging off 2016.

There is no doubt that it left us with a huge hangover of global anxiety. The world feels unstable, in a way I don’t remember before. Added to that, people of a certain age (like me), lost some of our contemporary influencers last year - unexpectedly, in more than one instance. These were the ones who taught us how to be in the world, as we struggled, inevitably, to find our way as a new generation. Their loss was jarring, and we mourned in a way we perhaps haven’t until now.