Only the odd day or two, mind you.
Almost all of the time, I am in control of my emotions. In my previous life as a career woman, my ability to remain emotionless and in control worked in my favour.
But we females must inevitably succumb to the pull of oestrogen – and as a result, our emotions can perhaps too often get the better of us.
Would I like the world to be black and white? Sometimes, yes I would. It would make life easier at times, definitely. Especially living in a house where I’m the only female (even the damn cat is male).
But would life be as rich and as deeply lived, if it were all black and white? No, I don’t think it would. In fact I dare say its our depth of emotion that grants us the instinctive skill to be mothers. To also be able to think and feel things a little more intensely. Which can be an immensely wonderful thing.
But maybe I’m rabbiting on a little. Maybe I’m talking jibberish and this doesn’t make any sense to you, if you’re reading this.
Oh well. Tomorrow I’m sure I’ll resume my normal programming. I’m sure it’s just the oestrogen talking.