menopausal bossy boots
Lynda was an administrative minion, a total nonentity, until menopause changed her into a powerhouse of frenzied activity so impressive that her employer rewarded her with a managerial position, but her ‘change’ was not appreciated at home and, in fact, led to a divorce.
“As soon as my focus was taken off my monthly bodily functions I started to focus on what really matters,” explains Lynda. “I became focused on money and power, and law and order, and I was really pleased that management not only noticed the enormous time and effort I was putting into my work but rewarded me for it with a managerial position paying twice as much as my old job .”
“I have no idea whether the supercharge in energy and focus I felt after menopause is typical of all menopausal women, or just me,” explains Lynda, “but I loved the feeling of power it gave me.”
“My husband and adult children starting calling me a bossy boots,” sighs Lynda, “and this really annoyed me because I saw them as holding me back, preventing me from achieving my potential.”
“I became totally focused on small things that I had never noticed before, or never been bothered by them before,” explains Lynda. “Not just things at work or at home, but in the wider community as well.”
“I hated the way people flouted the law, dropping litter, smoking in non-smoking areas, swearing in public, vandalizing public property and being generally loutish and for the first time in my life I felt empowered and unafraid to intervene, totally comfortable about speaking out about things that annoyed me.”
“Oh yes, I know, my husband and family warned me that I should mind my own business otherwise I’d get a knife stuck in me,” laughs Lynda, “but nothing like that has happened to me and nothing will. People are genuinely surprised that I’d take the trouble to confront them, and most comply with my wishes without a murmur.”
“The trouble with society today is that the authorities are too lenient, letting people get away with bad behavior,” explains Lynda. “I see it as my civic duty to ensure that people are doing the right thing. The police cannot be everywhere, and if I’m doing their job for them, then so what? Someone has to do it. ”
“Being promoted to a managerial position rewarded my change of focus from ‘me’ to the wider good,” explains Lynda. “Sure, my former work colleagues grumbled a bit when I took them to task for being slack, but now they take notice of what I say – I’m their new boss!”
“Okay, I admit that my marriage came unstuck, but as my husband and adult children couldn’t keep up with me, and didn’t do what I told them to do, what else could I have done?”
“The crunch came, actually, when my husband pushed me in anger - after I’d told him umpteen times to take out the garbage – and I fell and hurt my coccyx,” sighs Lynda. “It was the first time I had ever seen him so angry, and the first time he had ever touched me in anger – but that was it, goodbye, as far as I was concerned, and if it were not for the children’s future, and adverse publicity affecting my career, I would have had him charged with assault.”
“I live alone now and I’m quite content with my life,” says Lynda. “My work is consuming more and more of my time and that is fine with me, too, because I am earning so much money now that I will have a very comfortable retirement.”
“I’m 56 now and my energy and focus are as good as they were six years ago, when I first experienced the menopause,” says Lynda. “No, I don’t think I will relapse, and if I do I will take Viagra or something to keep me going. I couldn’t bear to go back to being what I was like before the menopause.”
“Like I said, I love the energy and power that came with menopause -- it was a true gift from the gods after fifty years of being a doormat nonentity.”
“Call me bossy boots, I don’t care,” laughs Lynda. “Better to be kicking ass than having my ass kicked.”
“As soon as my focus was taken off my monthly bodily functions I started to focus on what really matters,” explains Lynda. “I became focused on money and power, and law and order, and I was really pleased that management not only noticed the enormous time and effort I was putting into my work but rewarded me for it with a managerial position paying twice as much as my old job .”
“I have no idea whether the supercharge in energy and focus I felt after menopause is typical of all menopausal women, or just me,” explains Lynda, “but I loved the feeling of power it gave me.”
“My husband and adult children starting calling me a bossy boots,” sighs Lynda, “and this really annoyed me because I saw them as holding me back, preventing me from achieving my potential.”
“I became totally focused on small things that I had never noticed before, or never been bothered by them before,” explains Lynda. “Not just things at work or at home, but in the wider community as well.”
“I hated the way people flouted the law, dropping litter, smoking in non-smoking areas, swearing in public, vandalizing public property and being generally loutish and for the first time in my life I felt empowered and unafraid to intervene, totally comfortable about speaking out about things that annoyed me.”
“Oh yes, I know, my husband and family warned me that I should mind my own business otherwise I’d get a knife stuck in me,” laughs Lynda, “but nothing like that has happened to me and nothing will. People are genuinely surprised that I’d take the trouble to confront them, and most comply with my wishes without a murmur.”
“The trouble with society today is that the authorities are too lenient, letting people get away with bad behavior,” explains Lynda. “I see it as my civic duty to ensure that people are doing the right thing. The police cannot be everywhere, and if I’m doing their job for them, then so what? Someone has to do it. ”
“Being promoted to a managerial position rewarded my change of focus from ‘me’ to the wider good,” explains Lynda. “Sure, my former work colleagues grumbled a bit when I took them to task for being slack, but now they take notice of what I say – I’m their new boss!”
“Okay, I admit that my marriage came unstuck, but as my husband and adult children couldn’t keep up with me, and didn’t do what I told them to do, what else could I have done?”
“The crunch came, actually, when my husband pushed me in anger - after I’d told him umpteen times to take out the garbage – and I fell and hurt my coccyx,” sighs Lynda. “It was the first time I had ever seen him so angry, and the first time he had ever touched me in anger – but that was it, goodbye, as far as I was concerned, and if it were not for the children’s future, and adverse publicity affecting my career, I would have had him charged with assault.”
“I live alone now and I’m quite content with my life,” says Lynda. “My work is consuming more and more of my time and that is fine with me, too, because I am earning so much money now that I will have a very comfortable retirement.”
“I’m 56 now and my energy and focus are as good as they were six years ago, when I first experienced the menopause,” says Lynda. “No, I don’t think I will relapse, and if I do I will take Viagra or something to keep me going. I couldn’t bear to go back to being what I was like before the menopause.”
“Like I said, I love the energy and power that came with menopause -- it was a true gift from the gods after fifty years of being a doormat nonentity.”
“Call me bossy boots, I don’t care,” laughs Lynda. “Better to be kicking ass than having my ass kicked.”
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