What makes you jump?
A snake on your hiking path?
A spider in your kitchen sink?
Chalk on a blackboard?
The last one probably doesn’t happen very often since blackboards seem to be a bygone .
When I was thick in the middle of menopausal weirdness, I had jumpy days.
Sometimes, it was just a general jumpiness, little bouncing balls inside me. I was perhaps more jittery than jumpy.
Other days, I felt the snake in the path kind of jumpiness. A dropped fork, the telephone, a voice behind me (that was supposed to be there such as a husband coming into the kitchen) would make me jump like Kanga.
I don’t think there’s a solution to menopausal jumpiness except to be extra careful, especially if you’re holding your great-grandmother’s Waterford bowl or standing at the end of a dock.
Or perhaps you could gather two menopausal friends and get your jumpies out by jump roping. Maybe they’ll let you be The Little Dutch Girl or Miss Mary Mack.
Photo: I found this sign on a dock used for launching kayaks into Bald Head Island Creek. I haven’t jumped into the creek, but I’ve been in, thanks to a jumpy kayak.
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