Courtney Nichol
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A Whole New Season
Our oldest starts kindergarten Monday and it’s hitting me harder than I expected. Anyone else? I thought I’d be fine, because I know SHE will be fine. She’s been in daycare for years and did great in preschool. We’ve loved our chill summer days, but I know our girl thrives on structure and is ready…
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Coming Home
I have been thinking about this a lot lately. The past few months have included my tiptoeing back into a passion that’s taken a back seat in recent years. Running has always had a hold on me in some form, evolving from the love/hate relationship that came from competing in high school track and cross…
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Today I Saw A Rainbow
Written 1/19/2024 Today I saw a rainbow. Maybe to some, there’s nothing special or extraordinary or significant about this. Maybe it’s just a coincidence, a scientific phenomenon, a chance occurrence. But to me, today, it’s significant. Because today, the wind chill is -6 and that feels tropical compared to the -30s and blizzardy weather we’ve…
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This Time Last Year
The idea of time has been on my mind so much lately, in so many different ways… – How to prioritize my time for the most important things – How to “use my time wisely” (as so many past teachers instilled in me), to be more efficient and effective – How to be more present…
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10 Important Things I Learned From 2023
1. Rest is productive AND necessary. 2. Feel your feelings. 3. Ask for (and accept) help and support. 4. Things can be great and hard at the same time. 5. The grass is greener where we water it. Actively prioritize what matters most. 6. Romanticize life. Make the little things special. 7. We choose how…
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Back to Gratitude
Gratitude is good for us – this isn’t news. I was at a training recently where we reviewed the research on how intentionally focusing on what we’re grateful for impacts our health. It got me thinking: If I’m seeking out better sleep, less stress and anxiety, and overall just wanting to feel better, why wouldn’t…
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Why Meanwhile
Today’s the day. I’m sitting here on my couch, Magna-tiles covering my floors, dirty dishes in the sink, my 22-month old asleep for maybe just a few more minutes of the afternoon nap. For as long as I can remember, I have loved to write – I love ideas. I love words. I love processing…
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