Hi, everybody. Welcome back to the Be There in Five podcast. I'm Kate Kennedy, your host. And happy 2026. It's the first episode of the year. And my year is starting out strong because I went to the dermatologist to get my moles checked this morning. And all was going well until she noticed a spot on my back. She said, do you have a birth mark? I said, well, I do, but it's on my stomach. It's actually called a cafe au lait. Very charming way to say a discolored splotch on your stomach that looks like the state of Ohio, almost geographically to a teeth. That one pregnant was more of a greenland cartographically speaking. Anyway, I was like, no, I don't have a birthmark on my back. She's like, huh, there's like really dark, like mark on your back.

And she gets out her little thing when you're getting your mall's check, like her microscope.

Like, wasn't saying anything.

I was like, well, fuck, this is the end, you know?

Then she gets a tissue and, like, kind of lightly pads at it.

And the birthmark slash lethal mole does come off my body and it is then I realized

I fell asleep while eating a bag of chocolate-covered bananas and I had an early morning appointment

and I just changed really fast and went and the chocolate was scattered across my back. And what are the odds of having a

mole check appointment and doing something the night before that's like pretty, like not something

I run into often. Well, I say that, but I told you guys the bed soup story. So it does make my

mattress sound like a who's who of late

night snacks passed. But I sure is sure if it's not. Yeah, what are the odds? I'm giving a mole

checked. I hadn't in a couple of years, which you should go over here. Don't do as I say. Not as I

do. And that, yeah, the night before I fell asleep on something brown that left a bunch of

mole-like speckles on my back profoundly confusing this dermatologist.

Silver lining. Got myself from Trenton. I don't know what it is. I don't know what it does. But I'm not entering 2026 trying to be a better me on the inside. God, no. We go through enough. We've done enough. We are enough. But I do want my forehead to shine like the top of the Chrysler building.

So that's my deep and meaningful New Year's resolution.

The beginning of the year is my favorite for SnarkFollow.

I don't get a lot of fitness content. I get a lot of manifesting babe content. The captions are just so good. 2026 is my year. I'm claiming it. If you are not

vibrating at my frequency, hit unfollow. That makes me want to click follow. I feed off of the tough

love that the reason I don't have the walk-in closet with the Marble Island of my dreams is because I don't want it bad enough. And I need to release my scarcity mindset. It's really motivating. In some ways, I like can be woo-woo and I want to be. But the way some of these people talk lately, a lot of people have been quantum leaping. What? Maybe they're in receiving mode and their divine feminine, whatever the fuck that means,

or living the soft life, which I like how that sounds. I tend to like softer things than hard,

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