Embracing The Darkness That Leads To Light

Let Your Darkness Lead You To Your Light

By Kate Kole

The Target sale stickers get me every time. In my (failed) attempt to zoom past the rows of books on a recent outing, the 30% off tag on its cover caught my eye and propelled me to impulse buy a copy of the memoir, Present Over Perfect.

Upon flipping through the first couple chapters, the benefits of the insight offered in its pages outweighed its discount price. By the time I reached what I viewed to be the goldmine chapter, ‘Must Be Nice’, I could practically feel the truth of Neiquist’s written words running off the pages and through my veins. Continue reading

Love Is It.

Love Is It.

By Kate Kole

There is a heaviness that hits my heart each year when I flip the calendar page to July. I feel it as I struggle to sleep in the middle of the night, I feel it in my initial waking thoughts each morning, and I feel it as my mind wanders throughout the day.

As I rolled out of bed a few hours ago, I felt it’s deepest twinge. The way I always do on the 3rd. I thought of my brother and our last memory together as we sat laughing in the hallway of our family home. It’s been 13 years since then, and still, it’s grip on me and its significance in my life is as strong now as it ever was. Continue reading

The Gifts I Gained Through Minimizing

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By Kate Kole

I’ve experienced the craving to live with less for a while. Not to create scarcity or restriction in my life, but rather, to live simply and more intentionally. Put in the kitchiest of ways, to have a place for everything, everything in its place, and for all of those deliberately chosen and placed items to have a purpose.

So, room by room, closet by closet, and drawer by drawer, I set out to trash, recycle, and donate all the excess stuff I’ve managed to accumulate in the last 30 years. When I habitually found myself unable to sleep at 4 am, I rolled out of bed and began tackling one project at a time. Surprisingly, the sorting, decluttering, and tossing became therapeutic. It felt freeing to quite literally let shit go. Continue reading