Dear Period

Dear Period, This summer, I took my first trip to Italy, my first trip overseas in 8 years, my first trip overseas since I lost you, overseas, in Austria, 8 years ago. Call me crazy, but when I got off the plane in Calgary, for a moment I thought that maybe, in the theme of one of those weird sci-fi novels, traveling, making the flight, would magically bring you back. I hoped for it for a bit longer than one might think even remotely rational. As I write this, I'm still kind of hoping. I want to undo what happened. I want to rewind the tape, unwrite the story, go back to that trip to Austria and never go. I have blamed my choices for so long. I have blamed myself for so long. Is it my fault? XOXO Dani Hey Ladies. I think guilt is something that many of us have to face and deal with every single day. Somehow our POF is our fault... If only I hadn't... I should have... This "woulda shoulda coulda" mindset is what I have found is keeping me from healing...

Dear Period is BACK! (After a bit of a summer vacation while I traveled to Italy, applied for and quit jobs, started a podcast and magazine.... You could say I've been busy :) Dear Period, I am never happier without you than when I'm on vacation. I'm not sorry; it is true. I was just in Italy for a week and a half (first time, and it was fantastic and I want to go back) and let me tell ya. Not packing tampons in my luggage, in my purse around the city, not feeling exhausted, not needing to search for a restroom in a place where public restrooms do not exist, and never worrying about you creeping up unexpectedly early or staying late... It was such a joy. I want you back more than any valuable thing I have ever lost, but sometimes I am perfectly happy that you are gone. I was grateful was when I was washing windows as a summer job for three years while I was in college, climbing up and down ladders, driving all over the place and having a general lack of restroom acce...