Frankly, I’ve been looking forward to it ever since I learned I was going to have to bleed once a month.

It’s not what I expected, though.

I don’t mind. I’m perfectly comfortable with the sags and wrinkles. That’s what happens when things get used. I don’t hate seeing my grandmother’s mouth on my face or the veins popping up on the backs of my hands.

I’m still sitting with it. And, I think that’s the odd part. I’m used to the activity of Maiden and Mother. This part is internally quieter.