HeyJaredA Midlife Reckoning
I'm a therapist who helps midlife women stop overfunctioning and people pleasing in life and in the bedroom. This is the place where we stop performing, ditch the perfectionism, and finally choose ourselves.
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Quick question about monthly meetings for paid subscribers (opens the original)
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Hi everyone,I am so appreciative that you chose to sign up for a paid subscription to my Substack. It means so much to me. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I am in the midst of doing a deep dive about my future direction and how Substack fits. I could really use your input.I know some of you support me via a paid subscription because you believe what I’… Read more
The Next Gathering for Paid Subscribers for A Midlife Reckoning is this Thursday (9/24) at Noon, CST (opens the original)
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Hi all,Just a quick note to let you know that I’m excited to see those of you who can make it to our next A Midlife Reckoning Unfiltered Lounge gathering this Thursday at noon CST. I apologize for the late notice.I will be hosting it via Substack. You should have received an email from Substack with a calendar invitation. You will receive one as soon as… Read more
Until I Couldn't Stand It One More Minute (opens the original)
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When my kids were little, I worked full time as a senior manager for a major corporation. I was nonstop busy.I remember one evening trying to finish the dinner dishes before I went outside to play with my kids. I was a codependent overfunctioner, oblivious to the importance of boundary setting, so of course I was inside doing the dishes while my now-ex-husband was outside, carefree, having fun with them.I remember seething with resentment as I scrubbed the pots and pans and loaded the dishwasher
I’m Not About to Put Her Back (opens the original)
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I was eight years old, in my bedroom, scared to death, down on the floor peeking under the bed. Afraid I’d see the white gloves of the invisible man.I had just come to bed alone after watching Thriller Theater with my mom and my two brothers. We lived in a rundown two-bedroom apartment. My mom and I shared a bedroom, twin beds two feet apart. I was always scared on Saturday nights after Thriller Theater. And I always had to go to bed by myself.I’d hear noises outside. I’d sit up and look out the
No, I’ve Got It (opens the original)
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For every woman who can ask for help with the watermelon but still does the rest herself.I got in the car to leave work and felt immediate anxiety. Tight chest. Queasy stomach. It was all because I had a friend joining us for dinner, and I stayed too late at work (yes - I was late because I was overfunctioning). So, I wasn’t going to have enough time to get everything ready before my friend arrived.I didn’t want to be prepping dinner when she got there, which is stupid, because she wouldn’t have
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