The Pause I Never Planned For ✨


Hello from My Porch 🌸☀️☔️🍁

Hey sweet friend,

On July 8th, life forced me to slow down — in the most bizarre way. I stabbed my hand on an avocado seed (yes… it’s okay to laugh or cry), and what seemed like a small kitchen accident turned into nerve and artery surgery, three months of recovery, and a full stop to so much of what I was “used to” pushing through. 🥑🔪

I couldn’t create the way I normally do.
I couldn’t rush.
I couldn’t grip — literally or emotionally.

Somewhere in the slowness, I found myself spending hours on my front porch. At first, I thought I was just “waiting to heal my finger”… but it quickly became clear: something deeper needed attention.

😌 I’ve been listening — really listening — to my body, my heart, my intuition. I’ve been untangling old stories, shedding old expectations, and letting myself be human… without guilt.
life didn’t stop — but I stopped abandoning myself

Even though my pace changed, I didn’t disappear from my life.
I still showed up for my family, for moments of joy, for community — but this time, I didn’t push past myself to do it.

I let life be simpler.
Real.
Gentle.

For three months, life slowed me down enough to hear myself again — not the noise, not the expectations, not the messages I absorbed about how a woman should be… but me.

I’m 48, on the edge of a new era, and I’m learning to love the woman I am becoming.

She’s more grounded. More aware. More honest.
Less performing.
More being.

🌬️ The last four months have felt like a portal — one I didn’t ask for, but I’m strangely grateful for. I walked through it because I knew staying the same wasn’t an option anymore. 🥲

And I think you might understand that feeling, too.

If any part of this landed in your chest, will you hit reply and just say “I’m here.”
You don’t have to explain anything.

I simply want you to feel seen — and to know that if you’re craving a slower, more aligned way of living, you’re not alone.

✏️ I’ll be writing to you more regularly again — not with pressure or perfection — but with honesty, softness, and the kind of sisterhood that reminds us we don’t have to hold everything together to be worthy of love.

With honesty and a porch-deep breath,
Brooke 🤍

P.S. I’ll share some gentle life photos & deeper understanding of where I am in my next email — more healing and living insights. I think you’ll feel it all, too.

P.S.S This won’t be a typical “fitness newsletter.”
Yes, I’ll still share updates about BrookeRobinsonFit {BTRIBALFIT} — but this will be more than workouts and wellness tips.

If movement would feel supportive right now…
November’s new BTRIBALFIT workouts are ready when you are.
No pressure — just a resource if your body is asking for a little loving structure.


B•TRIBAL•FIT

Helping everyday women find an authentic fitness home. Mid-40s Mom of 3 using her creative gifts to encourage and activate women to prioritize their daily food & exercise.

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