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Sleep Studies, Oranges, and Ice Cream

Hi! It’s been quiet here on The Other Courtney, meaning the real Courtney has been really busy. Not with anything fun, though, I assure you. Okay, I lied. The sleep study was actually a little fun for me. I enjoy new experiences and this was unlike anything I had experienced before. I also learned a…

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Having A Bad Day?

Consider this: there is no such thing as a bad day. The way we react to the events happening around us can make us feel angry, frustrated, hurt, and like we are having a bad day, but the day itself is not bad. It’s just how we are responding to reality (which is completely in our control, by…

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My Hypnotized Skin

It has been almost one year since I nervously sat next to a crackling fire in my living room, about to be hypnotized for the first time. I was completely petrified, scared to let my psyche and willpower (or so I thought) be placed in the hands of another person. I wasn’t being hypnotized to…

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How To Enjoy Exercising

While I don’t claim to be a fitness guru and I don’t have an extreme weight loss story fit for TLC, I have learned something very valuable in the past two years: how to enjoy exercising. Two years ago, my definition of exercise was taking the stairs at work instead of the elevator- that was…

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My INFP Likes Your INTJ

Isaac and I lounged on opposite couches in our living room, tears rolling down our faces from laughing so hard. It was near midnight, way past my bedtime, but we couldn’t stop reading, it was just too good. It felt like someone had spent a year studying my husband in his natural habitat and wrote…

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Hey YOU!

I’ve had a post sitting in my drafts section for about two weeks now and just haven’t managed to finish it. It’s about blog followers and readership, so when I saw today’s WordPress Daily Prompt, I had to laugh and just finish the darn thing. To what extent is your blog a place for your…

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Dear Worrier

Last week, Isaac and I deep cleaned our house and I found an important letter stuffed in an old desk drawer. When I received it from my therapist, Ken, two years ago, it was a lifeline when I was drowning in a sea of worry and anxiety. Finding it was a good reminder of where…