Definitely out of my mind aspiring to paint
a picture of my mood for you since
(who does that? weird.)
the mood swings
violently wickedly wildly
as of late due to a sometimes stealer of joy
and laughter we call effin hormones
on planet michele.
Other cooler folks with more restraint
and less imbalance call this brand of blog post
the ’emotional hit and run’ variety.
But I hope you will see this one’s a different flava…
I am not smacking you around.
Not fishing for pity or compliments.
I am simply here to suggest
(and let it be known I have probably not been drinking)
that temporal midlife madness
with its sweet and sour gobstopper
layers of chemical lameness
unpredictable surges of
self-doubt, memory loss,
a chapter of personal growth,
and emotional deepening.
It’s working! I’m nearly believing myself!
Guess what else?
Maybe it is possible to navigate this new territory…
Just look at me in my blooming hat!
Peace to you right where you are.
Do remember to follow this blog responsibly…
with deep tenderness,
a modicum of caution,
and a voluminous glass of red.
I am sure someone else coined ‘moodylicious.’
Not ready to google, but I cannot express
the magnitude of joy
when this word arrived to my brain.
I am taking full credit, and it may
become the subtitle of my book.