It’s Only Words

I didn’t know how much power words have over us. How they can define us and our lives at various stages.

As an expectant mother and a new one my world was mainly ruled by these words: ‘heartburn‘, ‘Braxton Hicks‘, insomnia‘, ‘burps‘, ‘poops’, ‘nasal aspirators’, ‘diaper genie‘, ‘Feberizing‘, ‘self-soothing’, ‘toilet training‘, ‘weaning‘ and the legion that went with those.

Now, as a middle-aged woman, my world is ruled by these words ‘hot-flashes’, ‘pigmentation‘, ‘mood changes’, ‘hyaluronic acid’, ‘niacinamide‘ and its ilk.

I would rather take that entire lot and lock it away in a box and instead be surrounded by words like ‘dark chocolate mousse‘, ‘Hugh Jackman‘, ‘Prosecco’, ‘Riesling‘, ‘Moscato‘, ‘Jonathan Bailey‘, ‘regular Baileys‘, ‘spa day‘ and the multitude that go along with them. If only…