When I wrote my memoir, I thought I had come up with the most brilliant title ever.
At the time, it made perfect sense.
I was dating men…again.
I desperately needed a pause.
And judging by the quality of some of those dates, it felt like I’d be searching until I was dead.
Between Men-O-Pause and Dead.
Come on. That’s funny.
In hindsight, I probably should have called it Man-ifesting.
But like many questionable decisions made during midlife, there’s no going back.
Ironically, I don’t think I mention menopause once in the book.
But since we’re on the subject…
Can we talk about what happens after menopause?
I am growing hair in places I didn’t know were possible. My chin hairs have become a
full-time job!
Let’s just say that if we really did evolve from apes, I’m pretty sure I’m their Queen Mother.
I recently bought one of those magnifying mirrors so I could apply my makeup more accurately.
Who knew I’ve been walking around looking like a retired Vegas showgirl who missed her last call.
And every night, while removing said makeup, I spot a chin hair that absolutely was not there that morning.
I pluck it.
Go to bed.
Wake up.
And somehow there’s a new, entire support group growing on my chin.
So this is what I’m thinking……..If your chin is preparing for its debut as the bearded lady at the circus….
Welcome.
You’re among friends.
Honestly…Maybe failing eyesight and memory loss are nature’s way of protecting us. If I could clearly see every chin hair and remember where I put the tweezers, I’d spend my entire day standing in front of a magnifying mirror looking like I was defusing a bomb.
PLUCK IT! I say we embrace our chin hair, braid it, and add beads.
Be Bold. Be Fabulous. Be You.
❤️ Joey
P.S. If you enjoy laughing at the absurdities of midlife, my memoir, Between Men-O-Pause and Dead, is filled with stories about dating, starting over after a breakup, reinvention, and finding humor in the chaos. xo
