HOW LOVELY TO BE A WOMAN

OH THE IRONY OF THE SHIFT IN CIRCUMSTANCES YESTERDAY WHEN AFTER MY EVER-INSPIRING POST ON POSITIVITY, I FOUND MYSELF AN HOUR LATER IN A HORRIBLE MOOD. IT WAS A SELF-INDUCED DEPRESSION STEMMING FROM IRRITATION, FRUSTRATION, AND I HOPE- SOME PREGNANCY HORMONES.

GIRLS, I THINK MOST OF YOU KNOW THE KIND OF MOOD I'M TALKING ABOUT. WHEN HUSBAND OR BOYFRIEND ASKS YOU WHAT'S WRONG AFTER BEING IN YOUR PRESENCE FOR A MATTER OF MINUTES, YOU RESPOND WITH, "UGH........NOTHING."

AND YOU MEAN IT.

HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG, NOTHING'S REALLY THE MATTER, YOU'RE JUST IN A TERRIBLE MOOD AND YOU HAVE NOT A HINT OF DESIRE TO CHANGE IT.

 I MUSTERED UP ENOUGH MOXIE TO DRAG MYSELF TO THE GYM FOR A- I KID YOU NOT- 20 MINUTE WORKOUT SESSION. 15 MINUTES ON THE TREADMILL, 5 MINUTES IN THE "WOMEN'S ROOM." THE ENDORPHINS WERE NOT ACTIVATED, BUT MY TIME LIMIT WAS UP AND I HAD TO GO TO A DRESS REHEARSAL FOR MY CENTER STAGE DANCERS.

WORK HAD ME MOMENTARILY DISTRACTED AND I FORGOT ABOUT MY OBLIGATION TO GROUCHINESS FOR ABOUT AN HOUR. 

BUT THE REAL TRANSFORMATION CAME WHEN I FINALLY EMBRACED THE SITUATION AND I TOOK THE STEPS THAT NEEDED TO BE TAKEN.

I DROVE TO TARGET (STEP #1 TO HEALING ANY SORT OF GROUCHINESS), BOUGHT THE FIRST SEASON OF "MODERN FAMILY," ONE PRE-MADE SHEET OF FROSTED BROWNIES, AND TWO HALF-GALLONS OF ICE-CREAM.

VOILA. HOW LOVELY TO BE A WOMAN. THANK YOU HORMONES.

P.S.- I PROMISE I DID NOT EAT TWO HALF-GALLONS OF ICE CREAM. I'M NOT THAT PATHETIC.