Every time I sit down to do a writing exercise like this, I find myself always reflecting on myself. Usually it’s the physical self but sometimes it’s the emotional and/or mental self. It’s not that I’m self-centered. I think that it’s simply taking five minutes out of my week to let my brain go and I realize how much is actually weighing on it.
Here’s my 5 minute brain dump…
Almost as if continuing my post from last Sunday, it’s all about me. And sometimes vanity is my name.
Tonight, I went to the theater (said in my best British accent). Not only theater but musical theatre. I’ve never been much of a theater girl. I’d much rather sit and watch the silver screen and feel all the intimate emotions of each character. When you’re dealing with theater, everything has to be bigger, bolder, louder. There’s not a lot of room for subtlety. Not that the show tonight was about subtlety.
“Menopause the Musical” is a show that came to Frederick for a one day only performance. I went because I was pitched the idea of promoting it as a girls night out and thought that I actually needed to make it a girls night out if that’s what I was writing about. So I went with two of my friends that I thought might appreciate at least perimenopausal humor.
And here’s what I walked away with. I don’t want to grow old. At least not in the embrace-my-gray-hairs-and-expanding-waistline sort of way. While I watched four very talented women sing and dance on stage about their mood swings and hot flashes, my takeaway was very clear. I don’t want to be the overweight, short-haired, saggy-breasted poster child of menopause who simply embraces “the change.” I want to fight it every step of the way because I truly think the best is yet to come.