Day 12 of 365I’ve been in what is admittedly more than likely a hormone induced funk the better part of the week. The trouble with hormones is that you can’t reason with them. Hell, I don’t even recognize them most of the time. I’ve gone through this once a month for almost twenty years and I’m still surprised at the wave of blues that washes over me every month. “What was that all about? Ohhhhhhhh right.”

Estrogen influenced or not, my thoughts have fallen off the path I like to keep them on. The well traveled trail of positive thinking and high energy antics, with roots strategically placed to trip over with names like “love” and “God” and “friends” and “ego”. No no. No path. I’ve been out in the bushes peeing in a patch of poison ivy.

Tonight a little Boy Scout came along with a cup of hot chocolate and helped me find the path again. And the funny thing? I was on it. I was exactly where I need to be, exactly when I needed to be there.

In an hour of listening over wine and gourmet nibbles, a stranger inspired me and made a mark that won’t fade with time. He called me out on the voice in my head, validated my belief in the good of humanity and made me think again.

I can haz a muse?

This post has 6 comments.

  1. John
    17 Jan 09
    8:15 pm

    Wonderful.

  2. Heder
    19 Jan 09
    12:40 am

    This is TMI, but it changed my life, so I want to share this tip. For many many years, I had some serious monthly emotional/mental/physical funk going on until I switched over to Seasonique last year. This reduced my once a month issues (which lasted 2 weeks including PMS) down to only four times a year and I have felt tremendous relief. My relationship with myself as well as everyone around me is better for it.

  3. irongambit
    19 Jan 09
    9:45 am

    Thats why everyone likes a boy scout :)

  4. gwen
    22 Jan 09
    4:07 pm
  5. Awesome. (this whole thing.)

    Profound. (“And the funny thing? I was on it. I was exactly where I need to be, exactly when I needed to be there.”)

    I have given the out-of-sorts/edgy/don’t-talk-to me/grey days a new name: Opportunity
    Opportunity to connect.
    Opportunity to be authentic.
    Opportunity to take care of self.
    Opportunity to forge a new path away from that damn victim thing that reaches out of the dark.

    But man, I’m still surprised when I get surprised. (and I’ve been doing this since I was 10 freaking years old…dang!)

  6. I was so blessed reading that someone else has similar hormone challenges once a month.

    I am not alone after all!

    I feel ashamed about it, though I know it’s not my fault. But you now have inspired me to be more transparent about it.

    Thanks a bunch!