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Do You Cry Over Spilled Milk?

As a writer, revision is my middle name. I revise, almost, until the cows come home.

But what about as a menopausal woman?

Do I need to turn myself into ice cream?

Or should I just be happy with spilled milk, no crying allowed?

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 Cliff, my husband the engineer, goes into semi-heart failure if he spills anything. A splash of pickle juice.  A dollop of coffee grounds.

The cries from the kitchen make me think the stove has caught fire, again, or the refrigerator is emitting poisonous gas.

To me, a spill isn’t such a big deal, unless it ruins a silk blouse or my daughter’s hard-earned diploma.

And so perhaps it should be with our bodies.  Our houses. Our goals.  Our disappointments.

Maybe we simply need to chill and embrace the spill.

I have a friend who’s in graduate school while working a full-time job. On top of that, she’s planning a wedding.  The other day she said, “I think, in terms of my grades in grad school, I just need to lower my standards a bit.”

I’ve thought the same thing about me.

That, as a woman of a certain age, I can lower my standards and quit fretting about revising my very own self.  (Although I’m not going to give up on my Wedding Arms, at least not yet.)

What about you?

Did The Great Pause put you into more accepting pastures?

Are you learning to embrace the spill?

Read more from Barbara Younger on her blog, Friend for the Ride

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