What Being a Coach for Women in Midlife REALLY Looks Like as a Woman in Midlife Herslef

Today was a bad day.

It didn’t start that way.

In fact, I woke up unusually well-rested, had a sweet morning with my baby—cuddles, coffee, and Ms. Rachel. I even had a call with one of my mentors that left me vibing. Like, really vibing.

I was lit up. The energy was flowing. I sat down, fully charged, ready to write the “About Me” section for Instagram—and it was coming in hot.

And then my phone rang.

Right now, there are a few people in my life who are really going through it. And as someone who holds being a source of safety as a sacred part of who I am, of course I answered.

I’m an empath.

That’s part of what makes me really damn good at what I do.

But it also means I feel other people’s big emotions—and sometimes, those emotions linger.

Still, I know what to do. I have tools. I took a hot shower, grounded myself, planned to return to my writing flow.

And then… I stepped out of the bathroom and into a moment that spiraled fast.

My husband picked up the baby and joked,

“Uh oh, Mommy left the floor a mess again.”

(Sidebar: This was fair. I do. And also—hes a mess in his own right.)

He shared that he brought it up in his therapy session this week, and his therapist told him she does the same thing. I’m sure he meant it as a harmless anecdote.

But I hadn’t stayed in the shower long enough.

The only thing I heard was criticism.

And I’ll spare you the play-by-play, but within minutes it turned into:

“You’re messier.”

“No, you’re messier.”

“Seriously though—you are.”

Cue: me yelling.

Cue: him going out for errands to cool off.

And just like that, my creative momentum evaporated.

I sat back down in front of my laptop, eyes full of tears, chest tight, trying to pick up where I left off—but something had shifted. Everything felt heavier.

And here’s why I’m telling you this:

Because even the best coaches lose their sh*t.

Even therapists have off days.

Even global thought leaders cry into their Wheeties and yell at their partners.

This is the rawness I bring into my work.

Into my programs.

Into this newsletter.

It’s a safe space to admit we all shoot from the hip, lose our cool, act a damn fool, and then wonder what happened.

I called my mom. Had a primal scream. And now I’m back at my desk writing this to you.

And I’m also offering you an invitation:

If you read this and thought, “Shit… she gets it”—you’re right. I do.

I understand what it’s like to be in a beautiful life and still feel messy.

To be successful and still spiral.

To have all the tools and still feel unsteady.

That’s why I created 

Become Her— A 5-Day Reset for the Woman Who Wants More.

Inside, we get cozy with the shadows.

We name what feels heavy.

We laugh. We stretch. We allow it all to exist—because that’s what being fully alive looks like.

This isn’t about fixing yourself.

This is about meeting yourself—exactly where you are.

And here’s the best part:

It’s only $27. Yep—less than a manicure.

And every dollar goes to LifeVac, a cause that matters deeply to me.

So not only are you showing up for you—

You’re also helping save lives.

I’ll be waiting inside—with my full heart, a few more stories like this one, and a sacred space where being human is never the thing that disqualifies you.

It’s the whole damn point.

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