My Fck It Era: An Invitation for Midlife Women

Transform midlife on your terms with rebellion, joy, and magic

Jun 10, 2025

Hello Beautiful,

I’m so happy you’re here.

What are you up to right now? Maybe you're relaxing with your morning tea, or catching your breath at the end of a day that was probably both too much and never enough.

Either way, I hope you feel me beaming across time and space to connect.

How are you—really? How is midlife treating you these days?

Is it waking you up, like it is me, at wild hours with racing thoughts and soaked sheets?

Is it surprising you how little you tolerate nonsense now?

Why does life keep piling on more to-dos than any sane woman can hold—the emails, the errands—not to mention work, my health (hello, menopause), and navigating the role reversal between me and my parents? When did I start parenting my own parents?

Do you ever want to run off and join the circus? At least then the chaos would make sense.

(But let's be real: a quiet Airbnb would be better.)

I bet you wish, just once, someone would take care of you.

Me too. Most days, honestly.

Maybe we could hang out here and take care of each other for a change. :)

Wouldn't it be great to chat over a nourishing drink about OUR dreams—and see if they still fit?

So much is changing—my hair (I let it go gray, by the way, and I love it), my body, my whole way of thinking about life and my place in it.

As my hormones dip, I feel a veil lifting and everything looks different. I feel more connected to who I really am but more disconnected from the world around me.

I'm pissed a lot by what I see with this new set of eyes. (lol) Are you?

I think we should tap into the rage simmering just below the surface in so many women our age.

It's no wonder we're pissed after navigating the patriarchy for decades.

I WANT US TO BE OKAY BEING ANGRY.

I think it would be good for us to nurture a healthy relationship with our rage. I think it would be good for the world.

Did you know by the time we reach our 40s, we’ve lived over a billion seconds on the planet?

How lucky are we to have made it this far?

But also—damn, for all we've managed to do in sometimes hostile cultural conditions.

I came up with a name for all the pain-in-the-ass crap we have to deal with: I call the whole caboodle "the problematics"—people, systems and beliefs that diminish and discard us as we age in female bodies.

I've thought a lot about this—about how just when a wiser, more realized version of us is ready to emerge, the world decides to ignore us.

That being said, I'm excited for us.

Know a badass woman navigating midlife and menopause? Share this letter with them.

Midlife is a bitch—but it's also a portal to our power.

It's weird but I can feel us vibrating. I sense we, the midlife women collective, know big shifts are coming and we will be the best prepared to handle it.

Speaking of which…

I’m starting this thing and I’d love for you to be part of it.

It’s called Midlife Joybellion.

The idea is to find joy in being quietly disobedient. No more “shoulds.” No more people pleasing. No more tolerating nonsense.

I want this to be somewhere we learn to love and use our courage as an answer to fear—the number one dream killer. I want us to create everyday magic by tapping into our intuition. Let’s flip the script on how we see the world and our place in it.

It’s not about fixing or improving or cheering each other on with empty positivity.

I see it as a space for all our wild, awkward, beautiful longing that society has no idea how to hold.

It’s an open invitation to a kind of modern-day salon.

Have you heard about the salons that took place during the French Revolution, where women gathered in candlelit living rooms to hatch new ways of thinking about the world, or the wild creative gatherings during the Harlem Renaissance? Everyone brought their most soulful, wildly honest stories, just to see what might spark.

That's what I'm picturing for Midlife Joybellioin—a place to swap ideas (and secrets), challenge old beliefs about what midlife and aging should look like, and untether ourselves from society’s tired scripts so we can tap into our magic.

I'm so over the rah rah midlife women are amazing.

Don't get me wrong—I think we're fucking fantastic.

But the rah rah still feels like an attempt to get the outside world to see and validate us.

I'm done looking for outside validation.

I'm done fake-smiling.

I'm done shrinking.

I'm done being polite for politeness' sake.

Here, I want us to show up as we are—and be celebrated for it.

If you need to rage or cry, we hold space for you.

If you want to crack up at how unpredictable this crazy adventure called life is—well, same.

If all you have is a sigh or a “fuck it” at the end of a long day, there’s room for that too.

I want us to work together to shape the world on our terms—not theirs—using our courage and woo.

Sadly—or maybe not so sadly—midlife is when society stops checking for us.

Part of me is relieved—because now we get to write our own rules and create our own magic without interference from silly people and beliefs.

The world is messy and getting messier. We've been caught in a game rigged by the problematics.

The rules of their game were never made for us to win. We've been told to shrink, to please, to stay quiet and serve.

I say fuck it to all of that.

Their opinions.

Their “shoulds.”

Their shaming.

Their expectations.

It’s time to enter our zero fcks era.

This letter is my personal invitation to you.

Let's celebrate how deep and grounded and beautifully imperfect and scarred we are.

We're entering a time of life where we're meant to be real and honest and wise in an unexplainably sexy way.

We are the wisdom whispers, the culture-shapers, the time billionaires who have earned the right to live life on our terms.

We stop caring about who’s watching?

We liberate ourselves from worrying about who’s uncomfortable—and instead let our joy and irritation and wildness show?

I see us being sometimes scrappy, always honest, frequently mystical, and most importantly collectively joybellious.

Which reminds me—I've written a book!

Can you believe it?

It was hard. It took me almost two years, but I love it and I can't wait for you to read it when it comes out June 8th 2026.

It's called Joybellion: Transforming Midlife Insignificance Into Freedom, Power, and Everyday Magic.

I'll tell you more about it soon—or join Midlife Joybellion and get the inside scoop.

It's a relief not to have to pretend. I want us to feel comfortable and safe with each other so we can be honest about everything—because that's where the magic lives.

Truthfully, I really don’t know exactly how this gathering place will unfold. But I love the idea of trusting our courage and intuition to show us the way.

Isn't that how we're doing midlife anyway? Stepping into the unknown: nervecited—nervous but excited.

What I do know is that it's time to show up for ourselves.

To use the over one billion seconds of lived experience we've logged to thrive in our next era.

If you're craving a space that celebrates the messy and the miraculous, Midlife Joybellion is for you.

I'd be thrilled to have you join me.

And if you feel like it, write back. I’d love to hear how life is and how you're really doing.

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