i just missed you. i really do like blogging!
i just missed you. i really do like blogging!
Happy Tuesday fellow Adventurers!
Surprising to no one, it turns out that 25 year old Courtney had a different focus than current Courtney (28, also known as baller-ass Courtney) (ok, maybe that isn’t an official nickname, or like, a nickname at all, but still, I’m pretty proud of the Courtney I am today, so baller-ass it is!)
My point is, as I look at my 30 before 30 list, I see many that I just don’t care about. I feel like as each year adds on to my earthly experience, I grow more comfortable with my mercurial way of life. I used to berate myself for changing interests and focus so often. “Why aren’t I like SO GOOD at running?” OR “Why don’t I buckle down and obsess over crocheting until I am THE BEST EVER!?”
The fact is, I am a very curious person and I like that about myself. That means that I have many interests. I love trying new things and as time goes by, I am less and less intimidated to do so. So yes, sometimes I walk away from certain activities that I have started (ahem, crossfit, crocheting, clubs), BUT I know that the things I continue to do and continue to participate in, I LOVE (yoga, writing, acupuncture, cashew butter….)
And in the mean time, I get to explore this beautiful, diverse world and dip my toes into the waters of new experiences.
So yeah, I have a lot in my hobby graveyard, but I also am confident that I am open-minded. I am getting more comfortable saying yes and trying stuff out. Someone’s got to put the adventure in CourtneyLand, right?
Getting back to my 30 before 30. Well, I’m going to edit that sucker! Yep, and I’m not going to feel bad about it.
If you have any ideas of stuff to tack on there, I am open to suggestions!
Good Morning Adventurers!
I have been thinking of this little corner of the internet lately and thought it high time I reunite with writing. What better way to restart than with a good ‘ole Sunday Morning Gratitude list!
1. Sundays. I work many weekends, but I am off this Sunday and it is so nice! It is sunny and beautiful. I love the peace of the morning, where my day is full of the potential of all of the things I may do. I may not do them all (in fact probably not most), but I love just sitting in the possibility.
2. Springtime birds. I love waking up to the sound of birds singing. Where my Dad lived growing up, there were a ton of birds, and their little songs just bring me back to peaceful, carefree mornings.
3. Cashew Butter. This stuff man. So good. I like the Trader Joe’s salted cashew butter and Once Again organic cashew butter. They both taste so dreamy! Here is the link for the Once Again kind on Amazon http://smile.amazon.com/Once-Again-Nut-Butters-16-Ounce/dp/B005H90IHY/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1429463136&sr=8-2&keywords=once+again+cashew+butter
4. Family time. Whether its face to face or FaceTime, I love it. It is grounding and loving.
5. YouTube. I have been getting hooked on silly YouTube videos lately. Beauty guides, product reviews, random chit chat. I swear, how did I not know about this stuff?! I think I’m going to do another post about my favorite channels to watch.
6. Fun friend time. I have had some pretty lovely adventures with my girlfriends the past two months, here is a little window of the glamour that ensued…
Classy. I know. But how can you not do a fart pose with a smoke bomb?!?!
7. School! Specifically the statistics class I am in right now. After working full time for a couple of years, it is refreshing to be in the more black and white world of a classroom. Working hard leads to clear results of a good grade. The professional world is much more mercurial than that. Often times, we are working for the long game, hoping that the effort we put in will lead to positive results way down the road. Yes, there are many aspects of nursing that are more immediately gratifying, but there is something simple and nice about getting a clear cut good grade on something. Ahhh, nerdiness. Plus, what an amazing gift it is that I CAN go to school. I have access to education, resources to pursue it, the ability to follow through. I can walk to school and succeed without persecution, without fearing my personal safety, and confident that the only thing that stands between me and my education is myself. That is a HUGE blessing and gift in my opinion.
8. Sweet Zo. This girl. She is just a constant bundle of love. I will never stop being grateful for her.
I’m stopping at eight today, even though the amount of things I am grateful for is truly infinite. As infinite as my possibilities for this beautiful day. Maybe yoga? Maybe Trader Joe’s? Maybe a second cup of coffee?!!?!
Happy Sunday friends
A few weeks ago, my friend Jenna and I went on a walk. She is a nurse as well, so after many hours spent within the hospital walls, we needed some sunshine and fresh air. Couldn’t everyone benefit from more of that?
So we wandered about our town and came upon a little autumn sanctuary. A grove of trees, fallen logs, crisp air, and fall hues surrounded us. It was an autumn lovers dream.
Sometimes (all the time) it a good idea to step away from screens and savor nature. We listened to the crunch of leaves under our feet, felt the breeze fly by our cheeks, and enjoyed the moment we were in.
Did any of you read the Little House on the Prairie series? I grew up on those books. This scene brings me back to ‘On the Banks of Plum Creek’.
I used to dream about living out in nature, in a little home burrowed into a knoll, like the Wilders. While today I am glad my home isn’t subterranean, it is nice to know of a place where I can go to be transported back to that childhood feeling of wistfulness and wonderment. Like sunshine and fresh air, I think we could all use more of those things as well.
For this task, I couldn’t just wait around and expect someone to put something together, so I took matters into my own hands!
The truth is, I had been thinking about this one for a long time. I would drive to my nursing courses and a song would come onto the radio…and off my mind would wander. I dreamt about our pinning ceremony (nursing graduation) and a speech that turns into something more, something unexpected.
I kept this to myself for a while, then jokingly brought it up to some of my friends in class. “Wouldn’t it be hilarious if we suddenly broke into dance during pinning???”
And to my surprise, they locked eyes with me, and said, “Oh my gosh, we have to do that.”
And so it began.
It became the pet project of my friend Danielle and I. We slowly took it to various classmates and pitched it to them. We wanted to make our pinning FUN, a true celebration of all of our hard work.
We were amazed at how many people were into it. We were amazed at how well our classmates could dance. We were amazed at how much flippin’ fun we had.
Danielle and I pitched song ideas to a group of enthused classmates and settled on “The Safety Dance” by Men Without Hats. Yeah. Awesome.
We dedicated three days to choreographing it. We sought out moves from YouTube, Danielle’s zumba class, and our own freestylin’ ways.
For MONTHS, we secretly met at a park and practiced. We set standing practice times for people to show up, and you know what? They did.
Our classmates rocked! They worked so hard to get it down. We collaborated with the engineering and sound department of the school to arrange the music and we were ready.
The main challenge became figuring out when to do it during the ceremony. The nursing faculty had a tight grip on things. We ended up signing me up to give a speech, wrote a brief intro to it, and added in a cue for everyone to take their place.
We titled it: Doing the Safety Dance: Improving Outcomes and Finding your Rhythm
Bahaha. We thought it was hilarious.
When the time came, we did awesome. No one had a clue what was going on. The staff, our families, and the audience was surprised. We had so much fun.
And to top it off, our classmate Mary got us all yellow “high falls risk” socks to wear during the dance. If you’ve ever been in or worked in a hospital, you know patients wearing yellow socks are considered a high falls risk. It is a little sign for staff to keep an extra eye out to ensure their safety. So it was only appropriate that we all wore them during our safety dance.
So here it is! In case the video doesn’t load here, HERE is the link to the YouTube video my friend Greg posted.
I am still amazed we did it all and pulled it off. What a celebration. I am so grateful to have been in such an incredible nursing class. Rockstars, all of them.
Life lately has been… a bit bananas.
In the past six months, my life has flipped-turned upside down. I now understand just exactly what the Fresh Prince was rappin’ about.
On one hand it feels like I am just doing my thang. One day at a time, I am learning, growing, and moving forward. It feels pretty settled. Then I look at the other hand and am like, “Woah! Bear Claw!?!?! What happened????!?!?!”
My (very cloudy) point is, when I slow down and reflect on my life today versus life just six months ago. The change is profound.
So what happened?
i graduated nursing school, i got a brother in law! i became an RN, i moved, i adjusted to living on my own, i started a new job, i met new people, i missed past people, some people moved further away, others needed time to heal, we all needed time to heal.
Some things are personal and just aren’t safe to talk about on the interwebz, so I’m just going to share a bitty bit on my job.
When I took this chance on myself two and half years ago, I never imagined life would be this incredible. I work at the best place (for me, that is). I am supported by my coworkers and my supervisors. I am learning every day (and night) and my teachers are everyone; my manager and preceptors, other nurses, my patients, E – the sweetest housekeeper, patients’ sons (and husbands, sisters, wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, parents), physician’s, robot doctors (aka the telecommuting doc), nursing aids, the chaplain, RT, hospice workers, and social workers. I started praying that I would be ‘teachable’ at the beginning of each shift because there is just so much to learn. I am grateful I work in a place that welcomes questions and am surrounded by people who will help.
At the end of every shift, I shuffle back to my car. The air is cold and my legs are tired. I plop down in my seat and become engulfed in a feeling of satisfaction. Even on the hardest days (/nights), when you are just doing your absolute best, but it seems like there is just so much MORE that you need to do on top of that, I end up with this feeling. I know I am where I am meant to be. I know I will continue to learn and grow with time and experience.
These past six months have been a soulful workout. I have seen and experienced more than I ever could have predicted, but I feel better for it. It is like after a good cry (and you know I love those), you feel cleansed, but also fortified? I guess that is how it feels when I sit down and think about it.
Oh! And guess what? I think I might like night shift! Cool, huh? I’m only two weeks deep now, so we shall see how it goes with time. I credit my pack of night shifting friends who have been giving me step-by-step guidelines on how to survive. They’re awesome.
I’m movin to the country, gonna eat me a lotta peaches.
Sounds like a pretty awesome plan to me. We all need to plan for the future and I’m pretty sure if you add some llamas, this paints a nice picture of mine.
This song reminds me of high school. I love singing it. It is simple and wonderful. Yes, there are probably one thousand different innuendos possible, but I know none of them. I just picture a lot of sunshine and a lot of peaches. The ninjas in the video really throw me off….
Anyways, I hope you all are enjoying summer. I’ve been on a blogging hiatus, but it feels nice, so maybe I’ll start up again. We shall see.