We all grow up with people saying, either to you or about someone else, “Oh, when she gets older and her metabolism slows down, she will balloon up,” or “Just wait until you are older and your body changes.” When you hear these phrases, though, most young people think it will be a slow change. Something you don’t really notice because it happens over time.
Ha! Let me tell you, some of these changes seem to happen overnight. You go to bed one night, and the next day, its like POOF! The change happens.
Lets get personal here for a minute. Any guys reading this might want to close the window now, since we are talking periods.
For the last year and a half, I would bleed for 3 to 3 1/2 weeks, and I’m not talking a light spotting either, but a heavy bleeding. Then, four months ago, I started. So I went to the store and purchased the four boxes of sanitary products I usually use for a period. Three days pass with my normal heavy bleeding. The fourth day after work I go to change the cup, since they can be worn for 12 hours without leakage, so it lasts all day during work. It is empty!
I think, ok, this happens occasionally, I will go a day without bleeding during the 3 weeks, nothing abnormal for me about that. The next day, still no blood. A week goes by and it is starting to sink it. Did I really just have the shortest period of my life?
It has been this way for the last four months! I gotta say, this is one change I am ok with!

I had a moment of weakness yesterday. During a break at work, I emailed myself an entry to post when I got home. My paranoia was in high gear and I was feeling down on myself.
Stuff at work was stressful and I was not feeling good about the situation and the way things looked. I felt like i was being passed over, again, looking at things through the eyes of a paranoid person. I don’t know why I have this paranoia, but I do. Years of being bullied maybe, who knows.
So the situation wasn’t a good one and I was just feeling down. I worked out the situation in my mind and realized that what I interpreted as something was not what i assumed.
Perhaps I will post the entry I emailed myself, as a reminder of how I can interpret things one way when they are really another.

If I were so inclined, I would say, in this moment, I am blessed. As I sit here, in my own home, surrounded by the things that are important to me, listening to our pets play, I am thankful.
We don’t have much “stuff” but, what we have we have earned ourselves. The things we have collected over the years are not expensive, they are not fancy, and others my age would probably laugh or think less of us because of the things we choose to surround ourselves with. But, to us and our family, they are the little things that make life good.
We don’t have framed artwork on the walls or breakable collectibles. We do have things that are more our style, though. A stuffy collection, POP figures, lanyards and sports teams. College football things and video games.
We have our pets. The cacophony of birds, the cat’s bell ball toy, and the dog’s squeeky pheasant. Those sounds combined with 8-bit video game sounds and music are the music of our lives. And, I wouldn’t change it for the world. I am truly thankful.

We are finally getting the house fully set up the way we want it.
The living room still has a hand me down couch, but it is comfortable and a place to sit, and I am using an old quilt as a cover, so it looks homey, which I love. We ordered a TV center that we need to put together to get the TV, game systems, and cable box all organized. Once we do that, the living room will be set up fully.
The master bedroom is done. We invested in a brand new bed, the first one we have ever had together. It was past due and I have slept so well since we got it all set up. The room is a tranquil oasis for us decorated in our personal spartan style.
The kitchen, the heart of the home, is the way we want it. Lots of open space to move around and cook.
Mini still has to decide how he wants his room decorated as he transitions from little boy into teenager. But that will come in due time.
And the spare bedroom has been taken over by craft stuff. So it is now my sewing room. I love having a space to go where I can turn on my music and start sewing whenever I want.
The house isn’t as large as my sisters all have and it isn’t fancy, but it is ours, and we absolutely love it. Plus we have over an acre of land, which is important to us.