You know those weeks where you just know it will be a miracle if you get through it all?
It's not that there are bad things going on. Just a lot of things.
And so sometimes you wonder. You wonder if you'll suffocate or rise above the chaos.
Yep. It's been one of those weeks.
Started Monday by accidentally sleeping in and then waking up twenty minutes before my first class started. That was fun. You forget how fast you can move when you have to. And the rest of the week followed the helter-skelter of Monday morning.
Dentist appointment, numb mouth, mint cookies, meeting the Mormons (still my favorite way to say that I saw the film: "I met the Mormons yesterday." Still funny.), three big essays, luncheons, cupcakes, dictators, getting emails from Georgetown telling me to apply for their grad school (!), and becoming best friends with random guys in the library (Cambridge. It sparks conversation.).
Yep, it's been a long week. But a good one. And bad. And everything in between. A regular week in the middle of the semester.
One week at a time.
One day at a time.
Give me time. I'll be fine. More than fine.