The Last Eggs of the Tour - For Women Who Didn’t Get a Warning Label
Let’s just say it out loud: Midlife feels a little like the farewell tour no one told us we were attending . One minute you’re minding your business, and the next your body is like, “Hey babe… just so you know… we’re wrapping some things up.” And no. No one sent a memo. No one offered a playbook. And no one explained that your ovaries would quietly pack their bags and head out like, “It’s been real. Good luck.” Welcome to the last "eggs" of the tour . No One Told Us This Would Feel Like Grief Midlife isn’t just hot flashes and skipped periods. It’s a slow, emotional realization that something is ending , even if you never planned to use it again. You might not want more babies. You might be DONE done. But that doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to feel something about the door closing. Because this isn’t just biology. It’s identity. It’s potential. It’s the quiet awareness that time is no longer infinite. I will tell you, when I noticed the lights were going ...