Trusting Your Intuition After 60
(Even When Everyone Thinks You’re Crazy)
Welcome to the 150 new souls who’ve joined us in the last 50 hours—
Clearly, something’s stirring.
You didn’t stumble in by accident.
You’re here because you’re ready for more. More voice. More fire. More you.
To celebrate this incredible surge of energy, I’m offering my guidebook, Building Your Faith Muscle, at a significant discount—
Because this isn’t just about me growing.
It’s about us, collectively, choosing to build a second act that’s bold, true, and beautifully unfiltered.
Let’s make it unforgettable.
Dear Dear Velvet Bulldozers (because yes, you can be elegant and unstoppable)
I said no to keto, yes to berries, and came back to life. Here's why your soul needs to be your BFF, starting now.
Trusting Your Intuition After 60: Let Her Be the Loudest Bitch in the Room
Yesterday, I staged a quiet rebellion with a bowl of berries and a nap.
I’d been dragging for days—moody, foggy, weirdly joyless. And I finally realized why: I let someone else talk me out of trusting my own damn body. A well-meaning friend nudged me toward keto. I nodded. I obeyed. I suffered.
Until my soul—who apparently had reached her limit—whispered, Screw this.
I went to the kitchen, drowned some frozen berries in sweet cream, added a hit of sugar, and ate it like I was staging a coup. Then I curled up and slept like I hadn’t rested in weeks.
When I woke up? I was back.
Back in my body. Back in my joy. Back in my power.
Here’s the truth:
If you want to reclaim something right now—an old dream, a lost part of yourself, the life you meant to live before it all got away—you better have a bulletproof bond with your intuition.
Not your friends. Not your spouse. Not your adult kids or your pastor or your green-juice accountability buddy.
Your intuition.
The woman inside of you who doesn't need a focus group.
Because when you start making bold choices after 60, people are going to raise eyebrows. Even the ones who love you. Especially the ones who think your role is to shrink, not rise.
They’ll say:
“You’re doing what now?”
“You’re starting that?”
“Aren’t you too old?”
“Aren’t you afraid?”
No. Not if your soul is driving.
Because your soul doesn’t ask for permission. She doesn’t look for backup.
She doesn’t explain herself in group texts.
And she damn sure doesn’t do keto if it makes her miserable.
So let this be your reminder:
Before you chase the dream, before you re-route your life, before you shock the people who thought they had you all figured out—
Get right with your soul.
Make her your ride-or-die.
She’s been waiting long enough.
And when people don’t get it?
Let your intuition be the loudest bitch in the room.
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Saying no without a guilt hangover
Craving joy instead of control
Unapologetically walking away from BS
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I get the "you're doing what?" All the time and the chorus is about to ramp up. I'm going dancing and working out with a personal trainer. Younger men hovering around. Why not?
From someone who's been keto and it's the best thing I've done for my body ever: Don't blame the keto. You have to ease into it if you've had a lot of carbs in your diet, which few people tell you. What you were experiencing was from the carbs. Berries and cream are perfectly legit on a keto/primal eating style. Enjoy.
Most of my friends are over 60. And have been for at least the last 15 years (thus they now range to over 80). I'm thinking I'm drawn to these wonderful souls because my attitude about life aligns more with theirs than peers my own age. Thank you for your inspiring message. 💕