Miranda Mitchell - Performance Pattern Breaker. Voice Liberator. I cut through the patterns that keep you performing and bring you back to the truth you keep editing out.

Skip the bio. Skip the credentials. Skip “I’m a [title] who helps [vague people] achieve [vague thing].” We don’t need your LinkedIn summary. We need to know who you actually are in here. Answer these three things: 1. What do you do - stripped version. Not the polished elevator pitch. The real one. The claim you’ve been softening. 2. What finally made you stop playing nice. The moment. The client. The room that went quiet when you spoke your actual opinion. The thing that happened that made you think - I’m done performing this. 3. What are you building right now. Not the vision board version. The actual thing you’re working on this month. That’s it. No paragraphs of backstory. No apologizing for where you are. No “I’m still figuring it out” as a way to pre-apologize for having opinions before you’ve proven yourself to us. You wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t already figured out enough. I’ll go first. I’m Becky. I build businesses and I’ve been doing it since 2008. I help coaches and consultants extract the methodology they’ve been running on instinct and make it something they can name, own and sell. What finally made me stop playing nice: realizing that being reasonable was costing me more than being difficult ever had. What I’m building right now: this. Your turn.

I secretly worked on the world’s first - and only (look it up) - sweary journal for peri- and menopausal women. And let me tell you, I had a fucking blast... Anyway, it’s 124 pages of screaming into the ether. Anything you need to get off your chest. Like… - Drawing the asshole of the day - Detailing a WTF moment - Celebrating your awesomeness (or the fact that you didn’t throat punch your boss) - High-fiving forgetfulness - because you don’t have to DO what you don’t remember - Making giant lists of things you don’t give a fuck about anymore - That one gratitude prompt that’s actually honest - chocolate, Cheetos and after-school activities that keep the kids away - I even included RAGE pages No toxic positivity. No “choose joy.” No pretending hot flashes are empowering. Just a place to be as honest and profane as menopause actually feels. And it’s out now. If you grab one, let me know what you think. I want to hear which prompts make you belly laugh and which make you want to burn shit down.