Countdown

Lately, it seems, everyone around me is counting down to a significant event. The usual suspects are, of course, involved: wedding, birth, graduation, job, and retirement. With the addition of a common-law marriage countdown, I cannot help but admire the smorgasbord of life-altering events ready to pounce on those near and dear. And, just like Rudolph, I wanted to participate.

There are several logical choices available for scheduled anticipation: last day of work, last day in Springfield, departure for Peace Corps service, and completion of Peace Corps service. But, after only seconds of thought, I decided to honor the underdog of anticipated events…menopause. What?

According to the results of a hasty Google Search, the average age of menopause onset is fifty one. So, in roughly eight-thousand-and-something days, I will embark on the journey to the underappreciated adjective, post-menopausal. While it is quite possible that extreme mood swings, hot flashes, and sleepless nights may grace me with their presence sooner than predicted, the “ticking clock” captures the glory of the dreaded symptoms and the magnitude of the event. What more could a girl ask for?

(This just seems appropriate: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ZkllM8znx4)