Not your garden variety P.M.S

A few weeks ago, I was having a conversation with My Girl where we were discussing the heinous crime that exacts itself upon us roughly every 28 days. We fussed and complained, but then decided that we must accept it as a part of our nature and instead of cursing it, just let it be. We figured if we breathed negative energy into it, the worse it would feel month after month. Now, for me, my "monthly contribution" is short-lived; however, still rather discomforting and something I wish would just stop. I'm going through chemically induced menopause as a result of the medicine I take, but I'm still menstruating, so the conflicts my body goes through is nuts, but hey, that's why they created meds to control the Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder-PMDD that I'm going through.

Anyway, I didn't bring you here to tell you about my bodily functions...I digress...here's what I really wanted to talk about.

So, My Girl and I continued to talk and we start talking about men, relationships and life. We discussed how we could flip P.M.S and make it something positive; something that we could center on and use effectually in our lives. We came up with Pure Mental Serenity...Our P.M.S. We agreed that there are so many things in life to be celebrated than to stress over a temporary; albiet an annoying factor in our lives. Together we spoke of how far we've come as women and how much we've overcome in order to be solid and whole women. We celebrate each other's ups and nurture each other through the downs and still find joy in the experience no matter what.

P.M.S is achieveable people if you want it bad enough. P.M.S can be retrieved by simply being still for a moment and releasing the pressure valve holding you mentally hostage; job/children/spouse/money or whatever stress. There are things that are within our power to handle and control and there are plenty that are not and it's at those times you pray, you have faith, and you hold the knot in that rope a little tighter. You give the problems over to your Higher Power and "accept the things you can not change". Your P.M.S will kick in and you will find that which will sustain you. And if per chance you're unable to having that P.M.S moment and need to let it all out; then have at it. Cry; kick; scream; take that drive, or whatever it is that provides comfort and you'll find the P.M.S will be right there with you as you've released the negative into the universe and made room for the positive to unfold in and around you.

My Girl and I have accepted this into our beings. We give and receive it as we continue to inspire, nurture, and encourage each other. God was very much in the midst of that conversation on that special day. He governed our thoughts and our speech enough to bring tears to our respective eyes as we realized the power, wealth, and magnitude of the conversation we were having. There is no greater joy than that!

We are all special creations of God's awesome love and wonder. We must accept that His way is not our way and that the trials we go through aren't because he loves us not, but instead because he loved us enough to die for us. He gave us a clean slate to work with and somehow we sullied it by sidestepping Him. When we attach negative labelings to so many things, it's no wonder why we feel so heavy-ladened instead of joyous. Having P.M.S can avert the negative formations in your life if you allow it to. What do you have to lose? I say, give it a try; open your heart and mind to a new version of P.M.S; you're gonna thank me for it.

Love to live; live to love!

ThOuGhTs FrOm ThE eDgE

WTF is up with people wanting to be all up in your biz, but never say anything about theirs? Get the )%#%) outta here with that!!

Why does the sound of this man at the job’s power wheelchair scare me each time he rides by? *shaking*

Why can’t this damn woman on the other side of my cube realize that her body spray stinks? I could care less that she’s trying to mask the cigarette smell, I don’t need an effin migraine each time she sprays that crap.

I’m sick to death of people making eye contact and not speaking. Just don’t effin look at me then dammit! *ugh*

WTF is wrong with folk not knowing how to say, “excuse me?” before they start a conversation with you while your back is turned?

I so damn wish I could smack stank off the lady who uses the bathroom and doesn’t wash her hands afterward. Just effin nasty!

Why does the geek squad that sits across from me talk so damn loud to each other when they’re like 3 feet apart? *smh*

WTF is wrong with public offices not answering they’re %)P#*%&# phones? Aren’t they supposed to have a damn recording if they’re not available? *trying not to scream*

I wish I still had an office with a door so I would have to put up with the idle banter that sometimes happens around me.

I need a side hustle so I can keep “Bill” out my damn life so I can actually have something out of my paychecks. *tossin lint out of my pocket*

I’m starting to hate online automatic withdrawal payments. *so much for technology*

Why do people give you partial information and expect you to figure out what the hell they’re talking about? *glazed expression*

I love my job, but why in the hell does detailed work always happen shortly before I’m scheduled to leave?

I seriously need a hooky day, I spend too much of my time working. *wiping tears from eyes*

My review is coming up in a couple months, I better get more than 3% for a raise or imma raise some serious Cain.

The cost of gas is so pissing me off cause I like to drive and cant go places as often as I’d like as a result of it; $55-$57 to fill Big Buddy damn near weekly sucks.

Living near the shore effin sucks cause the traffic is a mutha hubba on the weekends.

WTF is wrong with people who start a conversation with you while you’re on the damn phone?

Why am I looking cute today and in such a damn foul mood?

I better find the strength to tie a knot in this rope cause I’m barely hanging on today.