MENOPAUSE: The M-Word That Isn't Taboo

 

Hey there, Minxes!

Go on and grab your favorite cup of coffee or tea, because today we're diving headfirst into a topic that's often met with raised eyebrows and awkward silences: menopause. Yes, that's right, the Dreaded "M" Word...

Picture this: You're at a social gathering, chatting away with friends, when someone casually mentions the word "menopause." Suddenly, it's as if you've uttered a forbidden incantation, casting a spell of silence over the group.

Cue the nervous laughter and darting glances!

Why is menopause, a natural life phase that affects half the population, still so shrouded in secrecy?

The Taboos of Yesteryears

Let's hop in the time machine and travel back a few decades. Menopause was the Voldemort of subjects - the one that shall not be named. The hush-hush treatment led to misconceptions and myths that spread faster than a wildfire on a windy day. No wonder people back then believed that menopausal women turned into a sort of mythical creature, complete with mood swings and spells of sudden heatwaves!

Thankfully, we've come a long way from those days of misinformation. However, even in the era of open conversations about almost everything, menopause seems to be the wallflower at the chatty party. 

Again I ask...

WHY?!?!?!?

I did some digging and I've found some (relatively valid) theories, that might shed some light on this:

The Fear of Aging

Well, partly because of the societal notion that discussing menopause equals shouting from the rooftops about aging. And in a world where youth is celebrated, who wants to admit that they might experience something beyond their twenties?

The Lack of Education

But the other reason is that many people simply don't know much about menopause. It's not a topic that's often taught in schools or discussed openly in society. So, when it does come up, people feel awkward and unsure of what to say.

Of course, this isn't an exhaustive list, (how could it be, there's only 2!), but I figured that this could be a starting point for us! You see my fellow Minxes, it's time to break the taboo and talk about menopause openly and honestly. By breaking the silence, we can help to dispel the myths and misconceptions, and provide support and understanding to each other as we navigate this natural phase.

So...LET'S TALK ABOUT IT!

Have you ever encountered the awkward silence when menopause is brought up? Or perhaps you've shattered the taboo and had an enlightening conversation about it? Share your thoughts, stories, and experiences in the comments below. Let's create a safe space to learn, share, and support each other as we navigate the twists and turns of this natural phase.

Remember, menopause is a gift and not a curse. It's a chapter in the book of life that deserves to be read aloud, shared, and celebrated. So join me in raising a glass (or coffee/tea cup), to all my fellow Minxes out there who are embracing their menopause journey with strength, resilience, grace, humor, gratitude, and wisdom. 

Cheers,

Kimberly

The Middle-Aged Minx™

P.S. Stay curious! Stay Fabulous! Stay Sassy!

Savoring the Extraordinary Spice of Life: Finding 'Magic' in the Everyday

 

Picture this: you're nestled in a cozy nook, the soft morning light caressing your surroundings, and your trusty coffee cup cradled in your hands. That first sip of liquid gold – is there anything more magical? It's like a serenade to your senses, a reminder to slow down and bask in the glory of now.

In a world that often spins faster than a caffeinated squirrel on roller skates, these are the moments we tend to let slip through the cracks. But not today! Today, we're donning our detective hats, magnifying glasses in hand, to unearth the extraordinary concealed within the ordinary.

What's that, you ask? A certain mystique in the morning brew, the harmony of beans and water? Absolutely! But it's not just about caffeine-infused enlightenment; it's about a celebration of everyday life's unsung heroes.

Take, for instance, the art of picking the coffee flavor of the day. It's a decision that carries more weight than you might think. Will it be Colombian for that touch of earthy delight, or French Roast for a robust morning hug? (Thanks 'Momzie' for introducing me to these soul-warming options!) Each choice becomes a mini-adventure, an exploration into your own preferences.

In that moment, as the coffee fills your cup, it's a lesson in mindfulness. You're not merely pouring a drink; you're filling your day with intention. The worries of yesterday and the anxieties of tomorrow – poof, they vanish! It's a reminder that sometimes the simplest acts can anchor us in the here and now.

Despite the chaos of life, there's a secret garden within, a place of quiet reflection. In those introspective moments, amidst the cacophony of the outside world, we catch whispers of wisdom. They're the "aha" moments that lead us toward our dreams, nudge us to embrace gratitude, or simply remind us that life is one delightful journey.

And what about an evening stroll through the neighborhood? It's not just a walk; it's a treasure hunt. Every rustling leaf, graceful butterfly, and chirping bird is a page in the book of nature's symphony. Each step is a ticket to a world of wonder. Nature isn't just a backdrop; it's a grand tapestry woven with colors, textures, and sounds that beckon us to pay attention.

Now, I'd love to hear from you! Have you ever been entranced by the ordinary? Has a seemingly insignificant moment left you spellbound? Share your tales of everyday enchantment, your reflections, your 'a-ha' discoveries.

Let's transform this into a lively conversation about the magic hiding in plain sight – the morning rituals, the introspective interludes, and the sweet serenades of nature. Together, let’s create a space where we can collectively revel in the magic of the everyday, where life's simplest pleasures can shine like stars in the night sky, where we'll find joy, inspire one another, and paint the canvas of our lives with extraordinary hues.

The stage is set for your stories. Let the magic begin!

Until Next Time!

Kimberly The Middle-Aged Minx™

Is the Dating Pool for Folks 50+ a Cesspool

 

Is it just me, or has the world of dating gone completely haywire in recent years?

The other day, while running some errands with my youngest daughter and her youngest son, we happened to get flagged down by a tractor trailer driver. As I was driving, my daughter did all of the conversing and we soon became aware that this rather handsome gentleman was interested in connecting with me. (He asked my daughter if she was ok with him talking to her fine Mamma?) After the initial shock wore off, and over fits of laughter, she let him know that yes, it was ok and then he shouted out his cellphone number. My fellow Minxes know that nothing about that entire scenario is typical for me, but as I had recently opened myself back up to the possibility of dating, this seemed to be right on time. As my daughter was ALL for hanging up my hermit title, she took the number and texted him my number and soon enough, my phone was ringing. The initial conversation, although brief, was pleasant enough. I learned that we’re both October babies, both in our 50s (he was turning 56 the following Tuesday), and was from Philadelphia. The conversation then turned to him asking me whether I had pretty feet or not, and although I was a bit uncomfortable I chalked it up to his uncanny way of wanting to break the ice. After a few more minutes of conversation, I ended the call, agreeing to call him later on that evening. Later on that evening, although I was hesitant to call him, (I’m an introvert and the thought of conversing with him was draining my mental already…should have taken that as a red flag!), I was also bored and curious, so I figured why not? Almost immediately after the pleasantries, he brought up the ‘pretty feet’ again, and after another successful, (or so I thought) redirect, he steered the conversation towards sex. When I shared that I was celibate and had been for the past 6+ years, he expressed mild disappointment, (I say mild because HE HAS A WOMAN!), but wanted to know what it would take to ‘break’ me, (i.e., money, car, home, trips, clothing, etc.) I was floored! I couldn't believe that this guy was actually trying to cheat on his partner with a random woman. It was clear to me that he had no respect for himself, his partner, or me. Needless to say, that conversation ended quickly. This experience left me wondering what the dating pool for folks 50+ is really like. If this guy felt comfortable enough to "shoot his shot" in this way, then what are other people out there like?

Is The Dating Pool For Folks 50+ A Cesspool?

I thought that people in our age group would be more mature and respectful. Is it full of people who are divorced, lonely, and desperate? Folks willing to do anything to find someone, even if it means cheating and/or disrespecting themselves and others? I know that dating can be tough, but I also know that it's important for me to not become discouraged and remain positive. I know that not all men I encounter will be like the tractor trailer driver in this story, and despite all the stories from the Podcast Bros and Social Media, there are good men out there who are looking for meaningful, long-lasting relationships. The plan is to remain patient, (Help Me Father!); not lean on my own understanding; allow God to direct my path, while using discernment to keep myself safe! If I happen to meet a nice man along the way, that's great! But I'm not going to go out of my way looking for one. So, to all the single ladies over 50, I say this: Don't Give Up! There are still good men out there. Just be patient, use discernment, and don't settle for anything less than what you deserve. And if you happen to meet a tractor trailer driver on the road who asks you about your feet, run away as fast as you can!

Talk Soon!

Kimberly

The Middle-Aged Minx™