The problem with vision boards (and what to do instead)


Support for women ripening into their second bite of life.

All growth emanates from a place of rest, Reader.

Every time we work for love and belonging, we betray the principle that makes growth possible.

We hustle for worthiness. We better ourselves to exhaustion, believing transformation is something we earn through effort. That if we just try hard enough, we'll finally arrive at the life—the self—we're meant for.

A seed doesn't work. A baby doesn't, either. They do not do; they rest, and growth unfolds on its own wild timeline.

In midlife, we are not expected to sit still, or to rest, or to grow.

But we need to nonetheless. We need quiet contemplation and soul-level listening—we need time. We need space.

Two things we seem to have less and less of as we move through midlife. Capitalism has monetized our attention and wellbeing. Productivity has become a virtue. We’ve lost the cultural containers—Sabbath, fallow seasons, elderhood—that used to be built into our lives.

Now, even in the rare moments when we’re able to carve out a day, or even a couple of hours, for ourselves, we often spend it wrestling with a fundamental quandary: How do we rest in the first place?

This is why I created the Anti-Vision Board Workshop.

Vision boards ask you to look outward, to collect and gather what already exists. They're built on the assumption that you need to work for what you want—to hunt it down, pin it up, make it happen.

But what if the new year is an inside job?

On January 2nd, we're diving into the well instead. Into the place untouched by judgment, free from opinions, enchanted by the realest version of you.

We'll separate what you've been taught to want from what you really want. We'll practice soul-level listening. We'll contemplate the tension between the you that is gone and the you you have yet to become.

Because midlife isn't a crisis. It's a rising—if we give it the conditions it needs.

Join me Friday, January 2 at 1pm Eastern for this New Year's ritual. Register for free here.

And if you're ready for a year of these conditions—the warm, dark space where you can finally rest and rise—Second Bite 2026 begins January 16th. I've got a special birthday rate waiting for you.


Hi there! I’m Brooke Hofsess—Midlife Midwife, intuitive coach, scholar, podcast host.

But really, I’m just a midlife woman finding my way in real time—raising my daughter Thea, keeping up with two clever border collies (Jess & Marjo), and tending to the wild mix of exhaustion and aliveness that midlife brings.

My gift is serving up practical magic to successful overthinkers: helping them uncover the sacred in the mundane, spaciousness in the chaos, and reflection in the rush.

I’m here to remind you—you’re out of breath, not courage.


Midlife isn’t a crisis—it’s a wild, holy becoming.

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Midlife isn’t a crisis—it’s a wild, holy becoming. This is your invitation to experience midlife as it was meant to be: sweet, curious, delicious.

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