BEFORE you have it figured out


Support for women ripening into their second bite of life.

Hi Reader,

You know that feeling of carrying something around for weeks — turning it over, trying to get clear, waiting until you understand it well enough to say it out loud?

Most of us spend a lot of time there!!

I was in a session recently with a group of women I love deeply. One of them brought something tender and unresolved, right in the freshness of it.

I don't even know if this makes sense. It's still pretty fresh. Sorry, I'm all over the place.

And I got to say: nothing's too big or too small here. You're making perfect sense. We're tracking everything you are sharing with us.

So, she unraveled it and set it down. I could feel the room shift — not because anyone had the perfect thing to say, but because everyone leaned closer. Nodded. Recognized something in themselves.

Afterward she said: Wow. I think I just needed to say it out loud.

Here's what I've come to believe: the clarity so many of us are waiting for before we reach out, share something, or take a step — it doesn't usually come from waiting.

It comes from the saying it out loud. In the company of women who listen rather than fix, who recognize rather than advise.

So much of what makes midlife feel heavy isn't the transitions themselves — it's the pressure to navigate them more gracefully, more privately, more quickly than we actually are.

As if the wobbling is evidence something is wrong with us, rather than something new is emerging.

What I've watched, over and over, is that the wobbling gets lighter in the presence of other women who are also wobbling.

It doesn't take away the sting of uncertainty. But you stop being alone in it.

And something about that — being genuinely witnessed before you have it figured out — changes everything.

Sometimes I think of it as finding the key you didn't know you were already holding.


That's exactly what I want The Alchemy of Permission Open House on April 16th to be.

A small gathering of women who showed up the same way you did: curious, a little uncertain, ready for a space to put their midlife thoughts and feelings.

I'll share what the program, The Alchemy of Permission, is about, and you'll have a chance to feel whether my teaching and facilitation resonates in your body.

Bring the thing that's still fresh, still tender, still a little tangled. I've got you from there.

April 16 from 12-1 ET on Zoom

Reserve your spot for free.

Love,

Brooke


DEPARTMENT OF BEAUTY & MAGIC:

Speaking of keys, this week I pulled a card for you from Sharon Blackie and Amanda Clark's The Fairy Tale Heroine Oracle:

From the guidebook:

What key are you holding right now, and what does the door it will unlock lead to?


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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