I have retained most of my hobbies from my childhood, reading, writing, taking an obscene amount of interest in gossip, I have also added a few hobbies like workouts into the mix along the way. But every month, the fortnight into my menses makes it very challenging for me to keep up with them.
It feels like a sudden mist creeps up and puts an invisible but insurmountable distance between me and my hobbies, I am tired and my brain becomes a witless accessory to my hormones and actively discourages me from doing anything productive.
I get progressively worse as my uterus prepares to throw out the non performing egg and then just as Aunty Flo arrives, and thanks to the reappearance of Estrogen & Progesterone, I get my will to live back.
But, with time I have begrudgingly accepted this phase as a necessary evil that keeps me hustling extra hard. And, more importantly, I have learned to be more forgiving of myself when I fail to keep up.
Fingers in symphony 