I did not expect to start over at forty-seven. Then again, I have said that before.
Many times.

This is not my first reinvention. It is probably my seventh. I said that number out loud on a recent Female Founders Collective call and everyone laughed. One even corrected me to say “more like seventeenth”. It’s true. I have been doing this my whole life.

I am not the woman with a plan. I am the impulsive, I-can-do-anything kind of gal. The one who gets an idea, feels it buzz in her bones, and just goes. The one who opens a coffee shop, starts a movement, moves to a new house, changes everything, and then figures it out later.

It is chaotic sometimes. But it is also magic of being in midlife.

And every time light the dumpster on fire and start over, something truer shows up.

Why I Start Again

My mom died recently and the noise just fell away. What stayed was a quiet question. What if I let this next season be softer? What if ambition could feel like oxygen instead of armor?

I want work that fits my life. I want a home that feels like a long breath out. I want simple, clean and not-so-serious.

The Xennial Spirit

I saw a meme that named us midlife mavens. (That’s such a xennial thing to say.)

The Xennials were born in the late seventies and early eighties, give or take.
Analog childhood.
Digital adulthood.
We can program a VCR and a CRM.
We are resilient, resourceful, smart, courageous, independent, and sometimes a little scary…in the best way.

These are my people. The women in the middle. The ones figuring out who they are after so many versions of themselves have already come and gone.

Right now I want to spend time with the woman in her forties and fifties, the one balancing ambition and exhaustion, craving meaning more than momentum, and realizing that confidence looks different now.

In ten years I want to talk to the woman in her sixties and seventies, the one who has softened into her wisdom, let go of a few expectations, and still laughs at the chaos of becoming.

Values shift. Priorities change. We evolve. That is the point. The beauty of this season is that we finally understand evolution is not something that happens to us. It is something we choose, again and again, with more grace each time.

That’s the point.

What you can expect here

So what is Xennial Girl exactly?

It is part journal, part group chat, part grown-up sleepover where we actually go to bed at a reasonable hour.

If you’re a woman born between 1974 – 1983 (give or take a few years) you can expect to find stories here about starting over, finding purpose, and keeping your sense of humor while you do it. There will be reflections on ambition that does not require burnout, beauty routines that do not require twelve steps, and business advice that does not require selling your soul.

We will talk about identity, aging, work, worth, relationships, money, and why the algorithm keeps trying to sell us linen jumpsuits and mushroom coffee.

The blog is where the deep stuff lives — essays, reflections, and those “oh my god, same” moments that make you feel seen. The weekly newsletter is more like a weekly voice memo from a friend who gets it. It will show up in your inbox with stories, tips, some of my favorite things and maybe a little tough love, depending on the week.

If you are so over performative hustle, but still want to build a life that feels electric, you will fit right in here.

Because this is not about finding yourself. Been there, done that.
This is about remembering her, honoring her, pouring her a cup of coffee, and asking what she wants next.

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Author’s Note

Hi, I am Katy. I build things. I close things. I begin again. I run on coffee, curiosity, and women who tell the truth. If this season feels tender and electric at the same time, you are my people. Welcome.