My husband’s voice wavered in our cactus green kitchen nearly 20 years ago:
​“I’m just worried you’ll never be happy, Brooke.”

I had just told him—again—that I felt the pull to shift directions. That something in me was stretching, reaching, refusing to settle.

Back then, I didn’t have the language for what was happening to me. I only knew I had to keep following the clues.

In my 20s and 30s, I moved from teaching high schoolers to working with young children, from grad school to leading retreats, from artist/activist to a full-time job in academia. From the outside, it looked like restlessness.

But inside? I was walking an edge—the raw, electric place between what I knew and what was calling me forward.

I didn’t yet know I was following a golden thread. But I followed the breadcrumbs.

I devoured books and poems by wise women.
I flourished under the care of generous mentors.
I mapped my inner world in art studios and journal pages.

But aside from pop culture references and jokes, I had never even heard of a life coach.

Now, in this messy, shimmering middle of life, I see it clearly:

I didn’t get here on my own. I needed guides who saw me—not as restless or unsatisfiable, but as whole and complete. Now, full trust is the gift I offer every woman who sits across from me, curious about her life.

And that means I have bonkers trust in you, Reader.

You are already part of the way forward. For yourself. For the collective. For what comes next.

What if your way of thinking, your way of seeing, your way of being is exactly what’s needed in this moment?

And if you allowed yourself to really hold that, what would you do today?

If you’re ready to trace your golden thread back to yourself, I’m here. You can borrow my trust in you any time you need it.

​🍒 Apply for coaching with me. 🍒​

To your second bite,

Brooke

P.S. I loved hosting so many of you for an Unburden Session last week!

So much so that I’m continuing to offer two free 30-minute coaching spots every month. I’d love to offer you space to explore what’s next, Reader.