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Y’all. Being a woman is wild.

Like, truly bonkers. If I were to summarize today in one sentence, it would be this little meme I saw yesterday.

“I just cried, cleaned the entire house, shaved my legs, and now I’m fine.#

Seriously. That is the plot of my life. That’s the entire emotional rollercoaster. And if you’re a woman reading this, you’re probably nodding like, “Yeah, seems legit.”

Let’s break it down:

Step 1: Cry.

No warning. No big trigger. Just suddenly, I’m sobbing because I remembered that one time in 1994 when someone said I looked tired. Also maybe because the dog looked at me with judgment in his eyes when I ate a cookie before 10 a.m. Again.

Hormones? Stress? The absolute audacity of a Monday? WHO KNOWS. The tears just showed up like uninvited guests who brought wine and feelings.

Step 2: Clean like a madwoman.

Is there a better coping mechanism than rage vacuuming? I think not. I was swiffering with purpose, y’all. I don’t know if it was the tears or the cookie shame or just the fact that I needed to do something productive to feel human again, but that house got cleaned top to bottom.

It’s called emotional productivity. Look it up. Or don’t. I made it up just now.

Step 3: Shave legs.

Did I have plans to go somewhere fancy? Nope. Did anyone request the silky-smooth stems? Also nope. But suddenly I decided that I could not live another moment with legs that felt like a cactus in a windstorm.

Shaving is a spiritual reset. And also a bloodsport if you do it standing up in the shower with no lighting and questionable balance. I lived. Barely.

Step 4: I’m fine.

That’s it. I’m fine now.

We don’t question it. We just go with it. I’m smiling again. Possibly singing along to Fleetwood Mac while folding towels like a boss. No one knows what just happened, least of all me. But we made it, friends. We made it.

Being a woman is wild.

Pass the wine and the moisturizer.

XOXO, Jani

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