Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair…………..

When I was a little girl, I loved to play outside in the garden. Every mud puddle was a treasure trove of things to find. I would argue and cry when it was time to come inside and take a bath. I didn’t have any incentive to come inside and get clean until the day my Mom came home with Fuzzy Wuzzy bear.

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a purple bar of soap in the shape of a bear. He had his own little stand and sat on the side of the tub. The instructions on the box said to lather him up with bubbles really well when you were done with your bath and put him on his stand. When you came back the next day, the bubbles had all dried and the purple bear was all fuzzy. When you got him wet and rubbed him, the bubbles went away and he became smooth and shiny. I would say the poem from the box as I reached for my fuzzy bear soap.

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear, Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair, Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn’t fuzzy, Was he?

I thought it was hysterical that I had the power to make him go from fuzzy to shiny and back to fuzzy again. From then on, I would run in from outside and jump into the tub with glee. Where is that glee now?

You may wonder what this has to do with hypothyroid, hashimoto’s or menopause. It has to do with finding something that makes us gleeful. Something that lights us up. Something that makes us want to jump out of bed in the morning like that little girl who couldn’t wait to jump in the tub and play with Fuzzy Wuzzy. I tried several things but my energy was so low that they seemed like more of a chore than anything gleeful. I have found that as I have been building a network of other women that are going through these life changes, it puts a smile on my face to think of them. I find joy as we talk and share stories. Sometimes we have big, belly laughs as we talk about the absurdities of what life has become. Find your glee. It makes it easier to get out of bed in the morning.