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Is it really only Wednesday?

Hey blogging world! Long time, no chat. Do you ever have one of those weeks that seems to drag on forever and ever? It's not necessarily a bad thing, but even still you just can't seem to keep track of what day it is because each day feels like 48 hours. That's the kind of week I've had this week.

Hence why there's no way it's only Wednesday.

Between starting back to school on Monday, going to job training every day this week, staying up late and getting up early to do IV antibiotics, going to Sing Alliance practice, and doing regular readings and homework for my classes, I feel like I've been running in circles. I think it takes a week to get back used to managing work and school and social events in normal circumstances. The transition from being able to do whatever you want, whenever you want to having to be on top of things and motivated to get stuff done is definitely a challenge for many people. Being completely upfront with you, I usually don't struggle much with balancing a crazy schedule, but I have struggled a bit this week. I'm going to be so grateful when I'm finished with the IVs! I'll at least be able to get a decent amount of sleep most nights, which will help me feel more grounded.

If anyone else is having one of those tough weeks, know I'm right there with you. We will make it through! I'm praying for God to energize me and give me rest to help me the rest of this week, and I encourage you to do the same.


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