Today's our end-of-year party. I got up excited for the day. And then I saw that I was spotting, and the panic began.
I've been expecting my period for 2 weeks. Part relief, part terror, part frustration. But that's been my lifelong relationship with my period. I've always been afraid of the intensity it brings with it - both physically, mentally and emotionally. It's the most complicated and simple - I know, really contradictory - but that's the life of a woman when she hits pubity. I'm in the bargaining stage of my period. I'm basically bargaining with my hormones to give me a break tonight.
So I'm trying to focus on the day being a good one. Whatever will happen will be. I will just be prepared for whatever comes the best way I can.
Day 10, here we come.
