There Are No Road Maps. And That’s Okay

There Are No Road Maps. And That_s Okay

By Kate Kole

I experienced my fair share of self-inflicted anxiety over turning 30 last year. That milestone marker into my next decade of life brought all the feels. The age itself didn’t seem old. I just didn’t think I had done or accomplished enough to show for it. I saw former classmates becoming what they’d set out to become – doctors and lawyers, professors and business owners – and I felt measly in comparison. I saw other writers being published on bigger platforms. I saw other yoga instructors traveling and teaching in exotic places. I saw, with decided eyes, what I’d set out to see: other people succeeding, while I struggled to keep pace. Everyone around me knowing exactly what they wanted out of life, while I wondered if I’d ever have a clue. And though I reminded myself often that “comparison is the thief of joy,” it seemed I couldn’t help but get lost in the land of where and how I measured. Continue reading

Choosing Presence Instead Of Comparison

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By Becky Houdesheldt

This morning, as my son was entertaining himself in the living room while I made a quick cup of coffee, I thought to myself, maybe he’s behind. Maybe he’s not being challenged enough at home. My friends who have babies around the same age are crawling, or sitting without any assistance at all, or making clearly articulated sounds. Maybe I’m doing something wrong.

How often I have felt this way the past 19 months. I say this because my whole pregnancy I doubted myself, the actions I took, the way I handled everything. I gained too much weight. I didn’t read enough. I didn’t go to enough classes. And now that Carson is here, my doubts have shifted. I still worry about myself, I haven’t lost any weight post pregnancy, I don’t feel like I look or behave like other moms. Continue reading

A Letter To Us: Today, Tomorrow, & Ten Years From Now

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By Kate Kole

I hope that you feel rich, with life, love, and experiences. That you’ve granted yourself permission to embrace the messiness along your path. And that you’ve unveiled purpose in each moment of pain. That you’ve taken your loneliness as an incentive to reach out to someone else, that you’ve tapped into your grief as a means to comfort others, that the times of confusion you’ve worked through have provided clarity and insight in another person’s life, and that your own experiences of darkness have served as guiding lights for others to find their way. Continue reading

Stay Your Path

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By Kate Kole

I have a slight (and by slight, I mean major) girl crush on Carrie Underwood. So, naturally, when she announced her fitness apparel line, I treated myself to a couple tops. After all, women support one another, am I right? Printed along the inside band of my favorite tank are the words, “stay the path.” Each time I toss it on and see that saying, I feel a slight boost of reassurance and faith. I’m where I’m meant to be.

I think the reason those 3 simple words spark confidence within me is because they bring me back to my own journey. The one that isn’t concerned with what the people around me are doing and where they are going, but is instead paved in its own unique and worthy way. Continue reading