Perimeno has kicked me to the curb. In fact my uterus has been the sole cause of all my life’s woes other than bereavement. That is extremely impactful to well-being. In a negative sense.
And I’ve heard and read over and over that as you age, you care much less about a lot of the shit that would have bothered someone in their 20’s or 30’s. The “ we do not care club” brilliant example of this.
But today, I did a job interview with zero fucks given, if they like me, they like me, if they don’t, they don’t. I wasn’t nervous, I answered the questions well and with confidence. I was my usual, happy, sunny kind and open self. Not a het up tight ball of anxious downtrodden jelly.
I’m not nervously waiting to see if I’m through to the next round.
Previously I would have torn myself to pieces feeling torn and wrenched about letting my current employer down. Nope. Not at all.
Imposter syndrome heavy within every fibre. He can fuck off quite frankly.
So because of perimeno insomnia, I’ve been sat here since 4am reflecting and I feel quite proud actually. I’m a brave grown ass woman at long last.
Feels good.