Still Learning: Reaching Goals in Midlife
Midlife isn’t the end—it’s a new beginning. Read how I earned my MPH in my 50s and why it’s never too late to grow, learn, and dream again.
Dear Younger Me
A raw and honest letter to my younger self — not a list of regrets, but a love note to the girl who made this version of me possible.
“There’s No Such Thing As Menopause?” Bless Your Heart.
Some folks are out here claiming menopause isn’t real—that it’s made up, exaggerated, or caused by seed oils and society. Bless their hearts. Because my hot flashes aren’t a conspiracy. The brain fog didn’t come with a hashtag. And my sister’s male OB-GYN told her perimenopause “wasn’t a thing.”
This post is for every woman who’s been dismissed, gaslit, or told her experience isn’t valid. Menopause is real. What’s new is the way we’re finally speaking up about it—and we’re not shutting up anytime soon.
Menopause, Mood Swings & Why I Cried Over a Chicken
Menopause isn’t a breakdown — it’s a recalibration. Here’s what crying over a rotisserie chicken taught me about hormones, midlife, and letting go.
What I Thought Turning 50 Would Be Like — And What It Actually Was
Turning 50 wasn’t what I expected — it was better. Here’s what surprised me, what I let go of, and why I’m more at peace than ever.
I Found Freedom in My Grey Hair
I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing my teeth, when I saw it.
A glint of silver, right near my temple. Not shiny like a sequin — no, more like an intruder sneaking out from underneath years of my box dyed raven locks.
Welcome to Midlife in Mabank!
Not long ago, I was out driving — just me, the road, and the wide-open East Texas sky — when it hit me:
Midlife isn’t a pause or a detour.
It’s the road itself. And around every curve, the view gets a little richer.
I’m Brandy. I’m 50. I’m a respiratory therapist, menopause coach, wife, mom, and Nana — all rolled into one real woman figuring it out as I go. I live in a small town with a big heart and even bigger stories to tell.
This space was born from those stories — the messy, beautiful, surprising ones that show up when the kids are grown, the mirror tells the truth, and the world starts asking, “Now what?”
At Midlife in Mabank, we don’t fight aging.
We honor it.
We laugh at the absurd stuff.
We talk about the hard things.
And we hold space for each other through every season — even the sweaty, hormonal, middle-of-the-night ones.
You’ll find honest reflections, wellness that makes sense, encouragement that doesn’t feel cheesy, and a community of women who know midlife isn’t about fading out — it’s about finally showing up.
So pour a cup, get comfortable, and stay awhile.
We’ve got plenty to talk about. 💙