Support for women ripening into their second bite of life.

Dear Reader,

This is a love letter to the courage it takes to show up for yourself and your calling when every old pattern would rather you stay where it’s safe and familiar.

Growing into our deep work takes time — and a fierce kind of wherewithal to keep finding our way.

My own call — to ignite a revolution of midlife women who know their values and their value — has been a slow becoming.

It’s taken me years to claim it without shrinking, to say it more than once without apology, to beat that drum with a rhythm that’s finally steady and unmistakably mine.

And because I’ve been tending that call in a bigger, braver way these past few weeks — palms open, heart on my sleeve — I woke up this morning with a soft instruction:

Come back to yourself.
Come back to ground.

There is a tender moment right after you’ve stretched beyond your comfort zone — the moment when your soul murmurs,

Alright, big-hearted one. Let’s gather the pieces.

I don’t believe in constant motion.

I don’t buy into always-on culture.

I believe in seasons — the way every living thing rests between bursts of life.

So today, I’m letting the dust float back to earth.

I’m letting my nervous system absorb the places that stretched as I shared more boldly, more clearly, more from the heat of my own heart.

And I’m thinking of you.

Because moving toward visibility — even imagining it — is brave work.

We judge ourselves for wanting more.

We shame ourselves for being afraid.

But here’s the threshold:

Will you shape your life by other people’s perceptions,
or by the truth in your own heart?

I’ll be back Sunday with a little behind-the-scenes of how I’m letting the dust settle — and with some journaling prompts to help you do the same.

For now, rest where you can.

Let your edges draw inward.

Let yourself be held by what matters most.

Love,
Brooke

P.S. If your own soft instruction is saying it’s time for steadier support, my group coaching program Second Bite is enrolling for January. Just a handful of spots are still open.