that kind of week...

It's been that kind of week. What kind, you ask?

The kind where my normally unemotional roommate comes to me, asks me to read a psalm with her, and that leads into her crying and us praying together.

The kind where at the last minute a huge amount of work is sprung on me.

The kind where I get a message from a young friend, telling me she's leaving town for an undetermined length of time, to step into a somewhat dangerous situation.

The kind where emotions and hormones go hand in hand and spiral all over the place.

The kind where I find myself sitting across the desk from someone twice my age, as she unburdens her frustrations, anger, depression and grief.

The kind where I apply for a new job, but have no idea when I'll hear anything about whether or not I'm going to get it.

The kind where I spend an entire night awake and dreaming, excessively thirsty, and wondering what it means.

The kind where I finally (after 3 weeks) sit down with my best friend for lunch, and hear that she's had exactly the same kind of week.

The kind where I make 2 different sets of plans for Saturday, and then both fall through.

The kind where I'm really, really glad for a quiet weekend, plans with my brother, and a scheduled trip to the park.