My fully honest NO.


Support for women ripening into their second bite of life.

Hi Reader,

Lately my family has been teasing me about what they call my fully honest NO.

For nearly fifty years, I couldn't say no without guilt or explanation—but that's finally shifted.

I'm not overcommitting the way I used to. FOMO doesn't have the same lure. I'm far more honest about my actual capacity.

And maybe most surprisingly, my relationships feel stronger.

That's because I'm learning to live above what I call The Resentment Line.

No myth of perfection here—but for the most part, I'm giving what I have to give—and letting that be enough.

Once you learn about The Resentment Line (because we all have one), it becomes harder to ignore.

Above it, you show up from wholeness—making space for all of who you are. Below it, you show up from obligation, guilt, and expectation.

Most of us slipped below that line before we even knew it existed—saying yes when we meant no, putting on our best performance to be accepted, being energetic and helpful even when we were running on empty.

It shows up in small ways: redoing someone's work "because it's easier," overdelivering for a client you undercharge, or saying "I'm fine!" when you're absolutely not.

In a culture where women are expected to be doers, The Resentment Line becomes the soul's smoke alarm. And that alarm is trying to tell you something.

I have more to share about how to recognize when you've crossed that line—and how to climb back above it. More on Sunday.

With such love,

Brooke

P.S. Where are you giving energy you simply don't wish to give? Reply and tell me. I read every response.

P.P.S. See you on Friday at The Anti-Vision Board Workshop!


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