More Dammit ... It IS Menopause!

Self-Help

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Synopsis

150+ Meditations for Thriving through Menopause and Beyond

Author Sally Bartlett guides you in discovering the power of menopause 2.0! With humor and her personal revelations, you will know:

You are not alone.
Why your time to embrace the transition, thrive + flourish is NOW.
How you can confidently navigate this eminent, potentially confusing + pivotal life experience.
Ways for you to attain new levels of self-love, physically, intellectually, emotionally, and spiritually.
There is much more living for you to do beginning today.
And ask the question: What will your new contributions to the world be?

Yes, Sally Bartlett 2.0 has gone out into the world and spread her wings. And you can, too.

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Author Biography

Sally Bartlett is a speaker, workplace menopause educator, and author of Dammit … It IS Menopause! and MORE Dammit … It IS Menopause! an intimate and candid look behind the scenes at the psychological impact of menopause that offers holistic tips for hope, comfort, and clarity. Sally has coached countless clients through peri-/menopause on the physical, intellectual, emotional, and spiritual level. AND she has gone on to thrive + flourish through her own menopause!

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Author Insight

Mothers and Permission to be Mediocre

As Mother's Day approaches, I cherish memories of my Mom and me in the 1970s as she taught me to clean the oven. We wore rubber gloves and protective aprons. Do you remember SOS pads? * I don't know what memories you cherish about your Mom. Even though my Mom wasn't perfect, I try to focus on the good times. * And for today, I let my oven be clean enough. Once upon move-in and once upon move-out and call it good. Mediocre oven cleaning frees me up to be present for the people in my life. What can you give yourself permission to be mediocre at in order to be present for the people in your life?

Book Excerpt

More Dammit ... It IS Menopause!

Yesterday I made this amazing banana bread. Unfortunately, I filled the loaf pan way too full and as the bread baked, the batter spilled out onto the bottom of the oven and burned. The resulting smell was awful, and lingered long after the banana bread was finished. It was so bad I realized I would need to clean the oven. It takes a lot to get me to clean an oven. I don’t think I have cleaned my oven since we moved here four years ago. Yes, you know it was really bad. Suffice it to say, it was time.

Given my all-or-nothing mentality, my thoughts defaulted to, “Sally, you must now do a completely thorough oven- cleaning!” I don’t even know what that means, but I know it would take at least an hour. I flash back to my mother in the 1970s teaching me to clean the oven. We wore rubber gloves and protective aprons. I remember we had to open all windows and spray the oven with something in an aerosol can, then wait an hour with the oven heated to the lowest possible temperature. The subsequent steps involved massive scrubbing, which massacred your fingernails (hence the gloves) while contorting yourself into strange positions with half your body inside the oven. It would end with my mom lying in bed with a debilitating backache.

Suddenly with great delight, I realized it would be good enough to do a mediocre oven-cleaning! I don’t even know if that oven-cleaning aerosol can still exists, but I had neither that nor SOS pads. I cleaned the oven with nothing but my kitchen sponge and called it good. This is what a recovering perfectionist does. I consider this Varsity growth! Malodor gone, sanity restored, problem solved. I even scored a few bonus points because I discarded the sponge when finished and traded up for a brand new sponge.

Dear Sally-Girl,
Mediocre oven-cleaning AWARD! I am so proud of you every time you give yourself permission NOT to be perfect.
Love, Big Love

Call to Action:
Identify one thing you can do imperfectly today. Do it … and give yourself an AWARD!