How do you stop the spiral? Three quick hacks for stressed-out Empresses.
So, thinking about the prompt for this Sunday’s journaling post got me brooding over this thing I call The Zero Fucks Fib. That, because of advancing age, greater breadth of life experience, and range of disappointment, midlife women are somehow increasingly immune to the blows of misfortune, people’s petty grievances, and sweating the “small stuff”.
It’s only natural, non?
But here’s the thing of it… It’s kind of a lie. Because these same women (myself included) will all text you on any given day, “OMFG, X just happened and I’m trying so hard not to be triggered, but WTAF, man?”
And I’m right there with them. That said, I am no longer a person prone to panic. Nope, I’m your red telephone. I rarely freak out. Mostly, because it’s not useful, and if anything has fashioned me into a stoic but also “pragmagic” being, it’s menopause coupled with an annoying-as-hell chronic health condition.
So, this is where The Hummingbird exercise comes in handy.
