Sometimes it is serious.
Been a few days since my last post.
Truthfully, it has been hard to feel or write anything humorous with everything that has happened in the last week. I mean, if we’re being honest, it’s been a tough year, hasn’t it? While most of this blog is meant to be written from a light-hearted perspective, I think it’s important to balance that with something real and relatable.
I went to bed last night, after taking a trip down the dark alleys of TikTok, and had Western North Carolina on my mind.
We live a short drive from Asheville, and I am counting my blessings every single day since Hurricane Helene that we didn’t get hit with much more than some rain and wind. It’s absolutely heartbreaking and devastating to see and hear what our neighbors are going through. My heart aches for these families who have lost their homes, their family members, and in so many cases, their lives to this catastrophe. While it’s inspiring to see people come from all over to bring aid to these areas, it’s also infuriating to wonder why the government we pay with our hard-earned money isn’t doing more to help. And honestly, it’s hard to know what’s true and what’s misinformation these days because we’re relying on social media and biased news sources—in an election year, no less. You’d think we could count on solid information, but here we are, questioning everything.
I woke up with such a heavy heart. I know every generation goes through trauma and loss and big world events, but it feels like since 9/11, we’ve been moving from one traumatic event to the next with little respite in between. It's like we’re barely catching our breath before the next wave hits. From wars overseas to natural disasters at home, mass shootings, economic crises, a global pandemic—need I go on? It just seems relentless. And it makes you wonder… how much more can we take?
It feels like 9/11 was the starting line of this endless marathon of world-changing events. Back then, we were shell-shocked and glued to our TVs, trying to make sense of the unthinkable. Since then, we’ve lived through a war on terror, the collapse of the housing market, a financial crisis that rocked our economy, mass shootings becoming a regular headline, a pandemic that stopped the world in its tracks, and now... we're dealing with the fallout of climate change as natural disasters become more intense, more frequent. Hurricanes like Helene are becoming the new normal. The waters are rising, the fires are raging, and yet, it feels like the people who could do something meaningful about it are stuck in a never-ending loop of political arguments and corporate interests.
But I’m trying to find some peace in the chaos. Some days, I sit here, looking outside feeling grateful for the beauty of this world, even if it feels like it’s on fire. Other days, I’m just tired. Tired of feeling like we’re constantly teetering on the edge of something bigger than ourselves. Maybe you feel that too? That sense of collective burnout from witnessing history unfold at breakneck speed—again, and again, and again.
And maybe that’s the problem—we’re so busy trying to survive the next big crisis that we don’t get a chance to process the last one. There’s no time to grieve, no time to reflect, because something else is always demanding our attention. We're all in this strange mix of numbness and hyper-awareness, scrolling through disaster updates on social media, then switching over to cat videos because it’s the only way to cope.
Yet somehow, in the midst of all this darkness, we keep finding ways to survive, to rebuild, to show up for each other. It’s in the volunteers who show up with supplies after a disaster, the communities that rally around each other, and the small moments of connection that remind us we’re not alone in this mess. Maybe that’s the only way to keep moving forward—holding onto the good while acknowledging the heavy.
I don’t have any big wisdom to share here. No profound conclusions. Just a shared sense of “what next?” But if nothing else, let’s be grateful for the moments we get to laugh, love, and live. Because in a world like this, those moments are gold. Hug your people a little tighter, turn off the news when it’s too much, and take a moment to be present—because sometimes that’s all we can do. We may not have all the answers, but we have each other, and maybe that’s enough.
Here’s hoping we can find peace in the chaos.
And please, if you’re struggling - stay. You are loved, you are needed, you are seen. It may be hard now, but there are better days ahead.
xoxo Kate 🦄✨
