What’s on your betrayal list?


Support for women ripening into their second bite of life.

Hi Reader,

Have you seen the betrayal list trend floating around?

People naming all the ways life betrays them —

the “urgent” email that lands at 4:59 p.m.,
the day off that fills with chores,
the moment you finally sit down… and someone hollers your name.

It’s funny — but something about it catches in my chest.

Because underneath the chuckles, I feel a deeper wish:

a collective longing to name what’s hurting,
to stop pretending we’re fine when we’re fraying at the seams.

And it got me thinking about the betrayals we midlife women live with every day.

The ones we’ve normalized.
The short shift. The invisibility.
The being responsible... all. the. damn. time.

Culture teaches us to celebrate our usefulness more than our aliveness.

To perform grace under pressure.
To measure our worth by the fullness of our plate.

And somewhere along the way, we started doing the same to ourselves.
It’s how we've stayed afloat.

But then midlife steps forward — calls bullshit — and says,
Wait a minute.
Be on your own side now.
Put your own hands on your own back.

That’s what I’m exploring in this week’s episode of The Midlife Ripening Podcast.

I hope you’ll give it a listen!

🎧 Ep. 10. The Midlife Betrayal List.

On Apple Podcasts

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Until next time, may you be loyal to your aliveness.
May you rest where you once overreached.
And may you remember your ripening — in your own time.

xx,
Brooke

P.S. If this episode stirs something in you, come join me for a free, live workshop.

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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.


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