If you had asked me how my week was going at mid day on Tuesday, I suppose my answer would have been ’ shittier by the second’ or something similar. At the time I was running on a significant sleep deficit, had worn myself out by overthinking and consequently was just about tottering on the edge of imploding. The chief reasons for this state were a first spat with S, and a big work related meeting for which my preparations were going poorly. I did manage to survive till the end of the day, common sense -aided by a snickers bar - beginning to seep to the surface, adding some perspective.
The point of inflection arrived sometime on Wednesday, once I had managed to digest the lessons in my devotional and managed a return to a semblance of normalcy with S. I suspect the traction from that helped no end in significantly speeding up progress on the work meeting such that by the end of Wednesday, I was once again in a good place.
In the end the meeting I was agonising about went well, a few hiccups apart. S and I significantly mended fences, with the prospect of meeting her parents at short notice getting discussed. There or thereabouts at the end of the week then. Phew!