11/13/2025
Stream of Consciousness/Vulnerable post alert:
I am not a healer. Sometimes I even second-guess my care-taking capabilities. Lately I've been reflecting on the hardships that come with aging, child-rearing, professionalism, and the monotony of daily life, while simultaneously trying to maintain a sense of self, and there are days when it all just feels like too much. There are days when the tools that I have in my kit, Yoga & Meditation, my plethora of herbal remedies, and even the power of Mother Nature herself, are simply not enough to curb the feeling of helplessness that follows me to bed at night. And being in the industry that I'm in, having these thoughts contributes to my feeling of hypocrisy; that I'm playing the part of the "Wellness practicioner" when I, myself, am sometimes existentially unwell.
This is not a pity post. Please believe me. I feel compelled to share these thoughts, because I think there are so many of us out there who feel similarly, but they do so alone, which is also my usual tactic.
We are all, collectively and individually, on a journey to move through this existence, doing the very best we can, day by day, and if there's one thing I absolutely know in my heart, it's that there is no one, finite, single path that is correct for all humans. There is no magic pill, one-size-fits-all method to maintaining sanity in this increasingly hostile world.
One discipline I'm trying to implement is that of checking my judgment towards others' methods, checking my obsessive thoughts surrounding things that are beyond my control, and checking my anger. My hope is that this will organically evolve into having a bit more tenderness when looking inward and thus make me a better wife, daughter, mother, sister, friend, and professional.
Peace, Love, & Patience
- Kate
