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Stop pretending.
You are going to say this is just too weird, too out there. What is the cost of pretending you don’t get it?
Well, it’s the cost of finally letting go of your fears, your self-imposed barriers and boundaries that hold you back and keep you comfortable. It’s the cost of admitting you are the one holding yourself back.
![A Perimeno[PAUSE].](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/63d1d198f751613733f585e5/1777042088038-IWI8N9N1L4VIAVO3HO4N/20260424_073023.jpg)
A Perimeno[PAUSE].
Start by dipping your toes into the cool pool underneath the waterfall and soon your entire body will be immersed in the healing waters. Pure joy can be soaked up like a sponge when it manifests in this form
Open Palm.
It’s a marvel, this perimenopause experience. I’ve made the intentional choice to see it as a rich and wondrous journey and keep that palm open. I can smile more. I can find gratitude more. I can enjoy more happiness moment to moment.
Struggle. Ease. Grace.
Yes, it’s real. No one needs that confirmation. The form of it all might change, but that reality remains.
I had another morning that makes it impossible to ignore that mornings like these are my new normal. Wake up too early, hours before the alarm, have hot flash spread throughout my body, feel incredibly tired but also strangely alert, lay there pulling out all my tricks to just get back to sleep, refuse to check the clock again because seeing that an hour has passed in this limbo would be too disappointing. The next moment (it seems) the alarm is waking me out of a deep, dream-filled sleep. I think, I should have moved the alarm to later just in case this happened, that way I could get more solid sleep! I re-set the alarm, get nestled in the covers again. That’s where the actual struggle begins.