Nicole is...

Losing sight of the forest because she is nose-to-nose with a fallen tree.
Trying desperately to keep up the facade that her patience and efforts are tireless.
Feeling the pressure of needing to prove to herself, more than to anyone else, that what she does on a daily basis is meaningful.
Drawing calm and excitement simultaneously from her $6 old navy candle that smells like "sparkling green tea". Whatever that means.
Wishing not everything made her feel guilty.
Internally praying that God forgives her for having given up her Lenten traditions.
Liking the luxury typing affords her because she can say something and then delete it. Or fix the way it sounds in her head when she re-reads it. Because someone else might read it...
Considering how awkward she feels about sharing what's on her mind and with whom it is safe to share.
Wondering why her computer screen is so dirty...