I woke up yesterday before my alarm.
Naturally, I assumed I was dying.
But no—just awake. No dragging. No fog. No desire to trade my responsibilities for a remote cave and a pack of Oreos. Just… energy.
And I’ll be real with you: I don’t trust it.
Because when you’ve been riding the hormonal Tilt-A-Whirl that is perimenopause…
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