A blessing for the ones who are waiting to begin


Support for women ripening into their second bite of life.

Dear Reader,

Today I'm bringing you a few journaling prompts — and a blessing — for those of us who are waiting until it's perfect to begin.

Your journaling prompts:

What did you love to make as a girl? A young woman?

What creative act have you been postponing — and what's the story you've been telling yourself about why?

What creative process have you always wanted to try?

If you knew your first attempt would be mediocre and no one would see it, what would you make?

And now, your blessing:

May you find your way back to the thing you set down.
Not with a grand gesture or a cleared calendar or the perfect conditions. (I'm sorry to say that none of those are coming!)
May you resist the urge to buy every tool and gadget first.
May you resist the urge to wait for the perfect website, the room of your own, the version of yourself who finally has it together.
May you remember that creativity did not leave you. It went underground the way things do when life gets full and loud and relentlessly practical.
And when you sit down — with the cheap watercolor set, at the coffee shop, beside a friend who is also remembering her creativity — may something in you exhale.
May you lose yourself a little.
May the time spent making (something, anything) matter more than what gets made.
May your way back be genuinely mediocre — and more fun than you were expecting.

Beauty is part of inner work too, so here's a gorgeous song to listen to while you journal.

To your second bite,

Brooke

P.S. And if you missed Tuesday's letter on creativity and the long way back, you can read it here.

P.P.S. One reader told me she prints these blessings and puts them by her bedside, especially the ones that are hardest for her to believe. I loved that idea and wanted to share it with you.


I'm Brooke Hofsess—Midlife Midwife for women living their messy, holy second bite of life. Through coaching, creativity, and ritual, I guide women back to the parts of themselves they were taught to tamp down—their wild, their creativity, their intuition. The women I work with are hungry for depth, meaning, and the relief of not doing life alone anymore.

You'll find me in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina, where I live with my husband Dustin, our daughter Thea, two clever border collies, and an ever-growing collection of handmade mugs for Egyptian Licorice Mint tea.


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