Midlife Hacksfield notes
Brian at the finish of a marathon

The longer version

Hi — I'm the one taking the notes.

No credentials to wave at you. Just a lot of miles, a habit of writing things down, and a stubborn refusal to call any of this a crisis.

I spent most of my forties assuming the confusing part was temporary — that eventually I'd feel like I had it figured out, the way I apparently had my twenties and thirties figured out (I didn't, but it felt that way in hindsight). The confusing part wasn't temporary. It just kept changing shape: a job that stopped fitting, a body that renegotiated its terms without asking, people I loved needing different things from me at the same time I was still figuring out what I needed.

So I started writing things down. Not for anyone else at first — just notes to myself about what I tried, what it actually cost, what I'd skip if I had the year back. At some point the notebook got long enough that it seemed worth cleaning up and sharing. That's this site.

Written from inside it, not above it

I'm not a physician, a therapist, or a coach with a certification wall. I'm in my fifties and taking notes as I go. Where I'm out of my depth — and there's plenty of that — I say so plainly and point you toward someone who isn't. What I can offer instead is proximity: I'm not reporting on this stretch of life from a safe distance, I'm somewhere in the middle of it, same as you probably are if you're reading this.

Reinvention, not decline

You won't find crisis framing here, or the word "aging" used as a warning. I think the middle gets a bad rap it doesn't deserve — it's not a countdown, it's closer to the first stretch of life where you finally have enough information to choose on purpose instead of by default. That's the whole thesis, honestly. Everything else is just working out the details.

Practical beats profound

Every note is supposed to end with something you could actually do this week — a question to ask, a number to check, a conversation to start. If a draft can't clear that bar, it doesn't get sent, no matter how good the sentence I was proud of sounded. Nobody needs another beautifully written piece that leaves you exactly where it found you.

If any of that sounds like your kind of thing, the notes areright here, and the newsletter isright here. If you just want to say hello or point out something I got wrong, this is the place for that.

The Thursday Note

Every other Thursday, one email.

Roughly a five-minute read. Written in one sitting, usually early, usually before I've talked myself out of being honest about something. That's the whole deal — there's no funnel behind it.

  • One thing I’m working out right now, in plain language.
  • One thing that actually worked — or didn’t, with the receipts.
  • One good thing to read elsewhere. Never seven.

No welcome sequence. No "quick question?" follow-ups. One unsubscribe link at the bottom of every email, and I won't email you about leaving.

Prefer to browse first? Perfectly reasonable.Read a few notes and decide after.