Presenting: Four Sisters

 (Maybe the ending needs some work?? 🤣 )

I present to you four sisters.  All around the same age, all in their fifties. I, being the oldest, am unfortunately not the wisest but I am the tallest. So there's that. 

These four sisters are as different as different can be. They did not grow up together, raised by different families, in different villages, learning different ways. 

These four sisters are all heading into the lovely Land of Menopause, fraught as it is with the rocky terrain of Aging, the potholes of Fog Brain, the volcanic Hot Flashes, the Lake of Blubber and the Forest of Bloat. This is a scary and daunting place, at least it is for some of the sisters. 

A couple of the sisters are tiptoeing through this Land, cowering, whining, getting fat and crying a lot (okay, that's me). 

One of the sisters is walking through it peacefully with an angelic smile on her sweet face, completely unaffected, as if she has her own Fairy Godmother who sprinkled her with magic fairy dust that makes her wholly immune to all of this horrid Land's effects. One of her sisters believes strongly that this fairy godmother is showing favoritism and should spread this fairy dust around to ALL the sisters and not be so selfish with it (me again).  

One of the sisters is using gross and raunchy humor to get through this period in her life (NOT me) and decided to write a blog with the catchy title of "Man I Pause" and fill it with Shakesperian sonnets entitled, "Oh the disgusting effects of Menopause, let me count the ways." Proceeding to explain in minute detail the changes going on in her body that NO ONE wants to hear (not even me). She is the Queen of TMI and surprisingly, no other sister wants to join her in her blog adventure. But! As she goes through this uncharted Land, she brings her grandson along with her, showing him the ropes and kicking butt together, which is keeping her young and valiant. 

The last sister is our Warrior Princess. She carries a sharp, shiny sword, and attacks this perilous Land with gusto, hacking and slashing away, screaming, "You're not going to get ME! I will END you!" while she jogs and skis and hikes as well as any 20 year old. She is NOT going down. 

Three of the sisters look years younger than they are. One of them looks and feels her age, and older (yes, me). Only one of them is getting fat (me). And only one of them seems to be slowing down (guess who?). 

The oldest, tallest, fattest, not wisest sister is leading the way, hacking out a path ahead, occasionally looking behind her as she goes, so proud of her younger sisters who are getting through this Land very well indeed. 

Better than she is in fact. Hmmm... 

She would like to think that because she is the one Breaking the Trail, that it's harder for her, and that's why she's wearing out quicker, but no. The younger sisters are making their own way through, and someday ...

they'll get fat and wrinkled too, just like she has, and then the four sisters will all have a good old, fat, wrinkly laugh together and be happy. 

The End  ;)