Are you busy, or is bravery calling?


Hi Reader,

When my client Gwen shared this reflection with me between sessions, it hit close to home:

"Why am I not going after what I want?"
Yesterday, I wrote that question in my notebook. I feel like I have a lot going on, but somehow, I’m still holding back from what I really want to be doing.

Between managing her apartment, family travel, meals, a research fellowship, and a new puppy, Gwen was doing what so many of us do—carrying the mental load while also trying to stoke her deeper desires.

But in the spaces between what Gwen said and what she didn’t say, I heard something profound.

She wasn’t moving forward on her dream—she was suspended in the tension between busy and brave.

It was that familiar question creeping in: How can I justify spending time and energy on my dreams when there’s so much pulling at me?

I’ve sat with many women asking this question, feeling that push and pull of obligations, responsibilities, and that quiet yearning for more. Maybe you’ve asked yourself questions like these too:

  • How do I balance my responsibilities to others with my responsibility to myself?
  • What if I’m too tired to hold everything together anymore?
  • How do I trust myself when doubt feels constant?
  • What if my marriage never changes?
  • Will I ever have the family I imagined?
  • How did I get here, and is this really where I want to stay?
  • Will I ever be enough?

Here’s what I told Gwen, and it’s what I want to tell you, too: There is more for you.

It’s so easy to think that by this stage, we should have everything figured out, or to feel like we’re ungrateful or lost. But what if these questions aren’t signs that you’ve made a mistake?

What if they’re gentle nudges, whispering that you’ve outgrown the old answers?

This is where your second bite of life comes in.

A second bite isn’t about starting over—it’s about starting truer. It’s about peeling back the layers to uncover the messy midlife questions—the ones that have been quietly waiting for your attention.

In our work together, we won’t rush for answers or try to quiet your doubts. We’ll make space to sit with your questions, to slow down and listen so you can ask, Who am I beneath everything tugging at me?

And from that space, we’ll unfold what’s possible.

Because it’s not too late. Or the wrong time. Even if you worry it might be.

The second bite is right here, waiting for you to savor—to trust, explore, and allow it to change you.

If you feel that pull toward something more true, I’m here to walk with you. Through the doubt, discomfort, and unknown.

These questions you’re holding? They aren’t a crisis. They’re a call to deeper trust in yourself.

If this resonates, I’d love to offer you the space and support to explore your own brave (vs. busy) next step. Together, we’ll sit with your questions and let the answers unfold naturally.

You can book a Seeker Single Session here.

To your second bite,
Brooke

Brooke Hofsess Coaching

680 W. King Street P.O. Box 585, Boone, NC 28607
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