The In-Between Time

Living In This Chapter

By Kate Kole

It’s Tuesday, which traditionally isn’t my favorite day of the week. I don’t think I’m in the minority here, as there aren’t a lot of graphic tanks on the market with “Tues-yay” or “Hello, Tuesday!” or “Tuesday Funday” plastered across the front. And we certainly don’t greet each other with “Happy Tuesday!” the same way we might on a Friday morning.

It isn’t a bad day, more of just an in-betweener. It’s the day I’ll start dreaming about what I’ll have as my evening dessert at 9:47 a.m. and making weekend plans – dangling the ‘what’s up next’ carrot in front of my face as incentive to power through whatever tasks my to-do-list hosts. Continue reading

Not This.

Not This.

By Jillian Stacia

Not This.

It rang clear and true while I sat in the workshops, networked in the exhibit hall, chewed my dinner during the Awards Banquet.

Not This, Not This, Not This.

The concept of “Not This” comes from bestselling author, Elizabeth Gilbert. Gilbert writes, “Most of us, at some point in our lives (unless we have done everything perfectly…which is: nobody) will have to face a terrible moment in which we realize that we have somehow ended up in the wrong place.” She goes on to say, “I call this moment of realization: NOT THIS.”

This was my moment of realization. This was my Not This. Continue reading

Stop Waiting For The Other Shoe To Drop

Stop Waiting For The Other Shoe To Drop

By Kate Kole

Last week, Chrissy Teigen shared on Instagram that her dog had gone to Heaven. Within seconds of seeing her post, I felt emotion begin to rise through my body. The kind signaling that a storm of uncontrollable tears and unspeakable words was coming. I grabbed a roll of paper towels (because I’m classy like that and we rarely have tissues on hand) and told my husband what had happened so that he’d understand why I was curled up in a ball on the other end of the couch crying. (Read: this isn’t our first rodeo of me losing it over random dogs on social media.)

This morning, the tears came again when Teigen posted a picture captioned, “The same day I got you, I told John I was sad. He asked why and I said because one day you’re going to be gone.” Continue reading

7 Things I’ve Learned About Life And Motherhood Lately

7 Things I_ve Learned About Life And Motherhood Lately

By Chelsea O’Neal

In a world where society seems to tell us that we have to be perfect and to do everything with perfection, it’s a breath of fresh air to step back and realize a few things, not only about life, but about ourselves and those around us. That refreshing feeling of coming to place of really appreciating all that there is and accepting ourselves just the way we are.

Here are 7 things that have been enlightening in my daily routines: Continue reading

Good Enough Really Is Good Enough

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By Kate Kole

I love Melissa McCarthy and I really love Ellen DeGeneres, so I was a little bummed when I forgot to record their interview a few days ago. I asked my parents if they’d seen it and immediately knew they hadn’t when my dad responded something along the lines of, “Oh yeah. It was so funny.”

“Okay, so you didn’t see it either.” I said.

“Why do you say that?” He asked.

“Because, you’d say it was just okay,” my mom and I replied in unison. Continue reading

You Will Find Your Way

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By Jillian Stacia

The day I started my first adult job was one of the most stressful days of my life. To say I was overwhelmed would be an understatement. I felt lost, hopeless, like I was drowning in a sea of ineptitude. I was straight out of college where I had graduated top of my class, and I realized for the first time in a long time that I had no idea what I was doing. Like seriously, no idea.

I didn’t know how to use the phone (do you dial 9 and then 1? Or 1 and then 9?), the copy machine, or how to log into my email. I didn’t understand how to log my hours into the timekeeping system, how to set up my email signature, or how to reserve a meeting room. The list of things I didn’t know how to do was long and seemingly endless, and I felt crushed under the weight of it. How was I supposed to do this? Why did I think this was a good idea? I don’t have any idea what I’m doing. Continue reading

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

Unexpected Lessons From An Early Miscarriage

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By Kate Kole

Staring at the positive pregnancy stick this past summer was, simply put, surreal. My husband was tying his shoes to head out the door and I stopped him.

“Hey, I’m gonna take this test. I’m sure it’ll be nothing. But wait for just a minute.”

We stood, antsy. Pausing our lives for the result that promised to be ready in two minutes but felt more like 20.

“Pregnant.” Continue reading

What I’m Just Now Learning About Self-Love

What I_m Just Now Learning About Self-Love

By Kate Kole

I grew up in the era of Freddie Prinze Jr. movies and Nicholas Sparks novels, and you’d better believe that my view towards romantic relationships was skewed accordingly. You know, towards that soul awakening, against all odds, white hot and passionate kind of experience. Which it seems, exists in some form and duration, but isn’t exactly the foundation of every lasting love story.

My journey towards self-love has proved to be equally misguided. It doesn’t look or feel like I thought it would. I firmly believed that once I sorted through my life and perfected myself, then I could accept and celebrate who I’d become. Self-love was a finish line to cross with a million road blocks to overcome and mile markers to get through first. Continue reading