The type of friends whose words or actions bring you down.
My teenage daughter has educated me on the concept of frenemies, and as a "big girl" who preaches about pulling on those "big girl panties and dealing", I've spent some time pondering the concept of a frenemy.
Then, an epiphany from the heavens hit me. My hormones are my frenemies. Like friends, I'd be in pretty bad shape without them because they serve a valuable purpose. Technically, they are my messengers, delivering important information to different parts of my body. However--
I'm a word girl, so the origin of the actual word fascinates me a bit. Throwing back to the Greek, I see phrases like to stir up, to rouse, impulse, and assault.
Yep. Sounds about right.
So here's the deal:
My hormones and I have been together for a while now. They are my constant companions and gosh darn it, they are here to stay. My little buddies sit on my lap during the rollercoaster of life—the ups (happy, happy, happy), the downs (nonsensical weeping), and the sideways (general hysteria). We've been through puberty, pregnancies, and pre-menopausal purgatory. It's been quite a trip, and I am thankful for them, in a bizarre kind of way with a I hate you, I love you mentality.
Anybody with me?
I turn 43 tomorrow, and at this stage of the game, I've packed my suitcase labeled life lessons full of valuable tidbits. Here's one. When it comes to hormones, I've had to have some role clarity moments.
What do I mean by that?
My little army of minions tend to think they can overtake the ship and control my behavior. Then, they stamp their excuses--Sorry, I'm hormonal, It's just hormones, You know, it's that time of the month, so sorry--all over my relationships.
As a result, they wreck my ship. As in, steer it right into the rocks of regret.
But it's my ship. I don't have to say what I'm thinking in a moment where everyone breathing annoys me. I don't have to lash out when my impulse is to scratch eyeballs and slap faces. I don't have to roll my eyes, suck my teeth, or turn my back when someone close to me pi—ticks me off (see how I did that?)—again.
Nope. Ultimately, they can't control me because I still get to choose.
I can breathe life into others even when I feel (fill in the blank).
I can step away from the keyboard when I know nothing affirming could possibly flow from my fingers.
I can pray for Jesus to take the wheel and the Holy Spirit to shut my mouth.
I can, I can, I can.
And you can too.
Steering with Scribbles,
Amanda Williams is a forty-year old wife and mother of two who can still swing her pony tail and display just a tad of sass. She is also a Jesus loving girl who realizes she is nothing without the One who saved her. Amanda has two degrees specializing in serving students with special needs and is currently working in the field of Leadership Development. She is a Christian author, speaker, blogger, and publisher who loves serving beside her husband at her local place of worship, First Baptist Church of Ocala.