In the hormonal madness called menopause, I often find
myself in a fog of confusion, staring blankly, wondering what I am supposed to
be doing. In addition to menopause, I have foggy thinking from the chemo I take and the blood cancer I have as well. It presents in that I know I am supposed to be
doing something, something more than just standing in the middle of the kitchen
or driving around town. But without a
sticky note To-Do list or electronic calendar to look at, I’m at a loss.
Confused.
Agitated.
Feeling less-than.
In a fog.
It is refreshing to me, at this stage of life, to have the
gps, something mothers and grandmothers before me didn’t have to help them muck
through.
The soothing voice, confidently telling me “Head West!!” My shoulders straighten, I lift my
head.
Yes.
I’ll head West.!!
That’s just the thing to do.
That soothing voice breaking down my life
into step-by-step directions is very appealing to me.
I turn it on sometimes when I’m not even going anywhere. I just want to hear someone who knows what
they’re doing. Someone who feels
confident and full of hope.....
