Hey there gorgeous (yeah you!)

I’m Tishia (Tish).

People always ask where the name Tishia came from and most of them are horrified when I tell them. So let’s just get this out of the way now…

It came from a dead cat. 🐈‍⬛

Yep. A literal dead cat. 🫣(Long story. Medium trauma. Hit me up if you want the full tale — I’m happy to spill the tea.)

Anyway, hi! Let’s move along, shall we?

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A Little (more) About Me…

I’m a Midlife Confidence & Self-Love Instigator, truth-teller, snack enthusiast, and your new midlife bestie for this wild second act!

Most days you’ll find me barefoot, sweatin’ like I’m doin’ Sweatin’ to the Oldies — except I’m not movin’ my body… it’s just a damn hot flash 🥵. (Thanks, perimenopause.)

My hair? A messy bun that’s less “messy cute” and more “how long has it been since I brushed it?” A far cry from my 80s Aquanet era, when my bangs could stab a man and survive a hurricane… pretty sure I killed some brain cells inhaling all that shit! 🤷‍♀️

Look at those bangs 🤪 (proof of my Aquanet era! lol)

80’s hair – the “rooster” 🐓 tail as it was nicknamed

The soundtrack? 80s music (like duh! it;s only the best genre of music!!!) blasting while I ponder life’s biggest midlife mysteries (to me), like:

  • Why do my knees sound like bubble wrap? Why does my whole body snap, crackle, and pop?
  • Is it normal to cry, laugh, and rage scream in the same 30 seconds?
  • And how the hell did we survive riding in the backs of pickup trucks, drinking from garden hoses, and staying out till the streetlights came on — without phones, helmets, and more?😵‍💫

Oh, and other days? Hair did. Makeup done. Glitter, tiara, struttin’ through Walmart like a runway model!

I Wasn’t Always This Free

For way too long, I played by the “good girl” rulebook:

Be quiet. Be small. Be pleasing. Be nice.
(But not too nice.
Also be confident, but not too confident.
And for the love of God, act your age!🙄)

I lived in a constant loop of not enough and too much. Too big. Too sensitive. Too loud. Too emotional. I shrank myself — emotionally, spiritually, and literally.

I numbed out with food, perfectionism, alcohol, approval-chasing, and yep… sometimes even sex. 🫣And when I finally hit my slow-motion rock bottom? I landed in a circle of women at an AA meeting who told me:

“We’ll love you until you can love yourself.”

I thought they were bat shit crazy – what did loving me/myself have to do with staying sober?!

But spoiler alert: that love changed me…

The Real work? coming home to myself.

Through recovery, radical self-love, and some serious unlearning, I finally stopped hiding the parts of me I was told to tone down:

  • My voice.
  • My softness.
  • My fat body.
  • My deep feelings.
  • My need for snacks every 3 hours or I become emotionally unstable. 😅

Turns out? The things I was told made me “too much”? That’s my magic.

I’m loud. Tender. Emotional. Hilarious (if I do say so myself). I cry easily (you’ll never cry alone!). I feel home when I’m at the ocean (I’m a Pisces so it makes sense! lol).

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I don’t show up here as a coach or guru or expert or professional. I’m not certified in anything other than real life, big feelings, rebelling against society’s bullshit body & aging standards and giving other women “permission” to !

I’m not here to “fix” you (newsflash: you were never broken!). I’m here to walk beside you. I’m here to show other middle-aged women that we’re not too old, it’s not too late, and that we still have life left to live.

Here at my humble little slice of internet land, I’m building a space for women in midlife who are done with the BS and ready to:

  • Ditch the “act your age” garbage
  • Talk aging, body image, identity shitfs, intimacy and everything in between (basically all things midlife lol)
  • Be real, raw, and ridiculously themselves (trust me – you’ll never be too ridiculous for me and my space!)
  • Laugh, vent, cry, rage — all in the same hour if needed.
  • Stop shrinking and take up their space…unapologetically.

Ready to Walk This Wild midlife Road Together?

Welcome home, bestie. I’ve seriously been waiting for you to get here.

Come snag my “5 Midlife LOLs” – a short PDF with fun and sass all about… well you guessed it – midlife 😉