What can I say?
I feel like I’m losing my marbles.
(And I’ve got a bonus flu/cold right now, so I’m pretty much a complete mess. Although admittedly after a few days being sick, on the mend).
Not all the time, just a few days a month.
Cranky, irritable, prone to nitpicking, overly critical (as opposed to just regular critical), weepy, mad.
Both angry and completely loony.
A few days a month, it’s like I suddenly find myself in a DUNGEON.
In the dark.
Mrs. Mean Jeans complaining about the lack of light, the snugness of her trousers, and anything that comes out of anyone else’s mouth.
And the Judges…. the poor Judges… in the DUNGEON taking note about how NOT PERFECT anything or anyone is at the moment….
When I’m not spending the dark days in the DUNGEON,
I feel great:
All that wacky self-care really pays off.
Except when it doesn’t.
During a particularly helpful (yet almost hysterical) phone call with a dear friend this morning, she suggested creating a metaphor for this time of the month.
Not for the metaphor part, but for the words- “time of the month”…. ugh.
Hence THE DUNGEON.
Here’s what I want:
A new metaphor.
I’m in search of a kind, friendly, loving metaphor.
Must make me feel loved, not alone, cared for, supported and not crazy.
The new metaphor may invoke a feeling of:
- Non-judgmental witnessing
- Restfulness + Renewal
- Beauty in the cycles of the world
The new metaphor must NOT make me cringe by being cliché or patronizing –
The Monthly Bill Due?
You may just find yourself in the DUNGEON.