Let me tell you what nearly broke me this week.
It wasn’t a major crisis. It was my iPhone... again. Apple decided it was time for yet another update. And because my phone and my laptop are in a toxic codependent relationship, they both slowed to a crawl. Just when I was finally focused, finally! I hit the spinning wheel of doom. Cue instant irritation.
Now, I know this sounds minor. But if you’re a perimenopausal woman like me, you know exactly what I mean. The frustration doesn’t live in the moment. It builds. Slowly. Invisibly. Until something tiny, like clothes stuck on a hanger, makes you want to scream.
And this is the stuff no one talks about.
Perimenopause messes with your hormones and your time. The mental kind. The kind that gets drained whenever someone texts you with “hey, did you see my email?” or asks a random question like you’re walking around with a clipboard and headset: “Hi, welcome to life. How can I help you today?”
It’s death by a thousand interruptions.
There’s a phrase that lives in my head: I am not customer service.
I repeat it like a mantra on days when I’m overstimulated, foggy, and fighting the urge to hide in the bathroom just to finish a thought.
Here’s what I’ve learned: when your hormones are swinging, your nervous system is too.
That “tiny” tech glitch? Feels like sabotage.
The hanger that won’t cooperate? Feels like betrayal.
The unread messages? Feel like rejection.
The questions? Feel like pressure to perform when you’re barely holding it together.
These aren’t overreactions. They’re real signals from a body in transition, asking for slower mornings, more room to think, and fewer expectations that you be “on” all the time.
Here’s my unglamorous but life-saving move: build micro-buffer zones into your day.
Before you open the laptop, respond to texts, or dive into “fixing mode,” pause. Ask yourself: "Am I reacting, or am I running on empty?" Some days you’ll still snap. That’s okay. Just repair the moment with love later, and start again.
Need a reset when you’re on the verge of losing it? I made a free PDF that includes:
Reset phrases to use with family
A 10-minute cool-down plan
Gentle reminders for hard days
Download the FREE Reset Guide Here
Journal Prompt: What are three things that overstimulate me most often, and what boundaries do I wish I had around them?
If you're reading this and nodding along, you're not broken, you’re adjusting. And if you want support from someone who gets it (because she’s living it too), I’m here.
Let me tell you what nearly broke me this week.
It wasn’t a major crisis. It was my iPhone... again. Apple decided it was time for yet another update. And because my phone and my laptop are in a toxic codependent relationship, they both slowed to a crawl. Just when I was finally focused, finally! I hit the spinning wheel of doom. Cue instant irritation.
Now, I know this sounds minor. But if you’re a perimenopausal woman like me, you know exactly what I mean. The frustration doesn’t live in the moment. It builds. Slowly. Invisibly. Until something tiny, like clothes stuck on a hanger, makes you want to scream.
And this is the stuff no one talks about.
Perimenopause messes with your hormones and your time. The mental kind. The kind that gets drained whenever someone texts you with “hey, did you see my email?” or asks a random question like you’re walking around with a clipboard and headset: “Hi, welcome to life. How can I help you today?”
It’s death by a thousand interruptions.
There’s a phrase that lives in my head: I am not customer service.
I repeat it like a mantra on days when I’m overstimulated, foggy, and fighting the urge to hide in the bathroom just to finish a thought.
Here’s what I’ve learned: when your hormones are swinging, your nervous system is too.
That “tiny” tech glitch? Feels like sabotage.
The hanger that won’t cooperate? Feels like betrayal.
The unread messages? Feel like rejection.
The questions? Feel like pressure to perform when you’re barely holding it together.
These aren’t overreactions. They’re real signals from a body in transition, asking for slower mornings, more room to think, and fewer expectations that you be “on” all the time.
Here’s my unglamorous but life-saving move: build micro-buffer zones into your day.
Before you open the laptop, respond to texts, or dive into “fixing mode,” pause. Ask yourself: "Am I reacting, or am I running on empty?" Some days you’ll still snap. That’s okay. Just repair the moment with love later, and start again.
Need a reset when you’re on the verge of losing it? I made a free PDF that includes:
Reset phrases to use with family
A 10-minute cool-down plan
Gentle reminders for hard days
Download the FREE Reset Guide Here
Journal Prompt: What are three things that overstimulate me most often, and what boundaries do I wish I had around them?
If you're reading this and nodding along, you're not broken, you’re adjusting. And if you want support from someone who gets it (because she’s living it too), I’m here.
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