This week is heavy. Plan A, B, and C for my future are all en route and I’m feeling a bit of whiplash. I’m writing my MD application statements, groveling for letters of T-rex, GRE is tomorrow morning (I should have gone to sleep 3 hours ago, but heck), I’m working on my culminating experience to finish my Masters Program (yes, I got in without GRE ;), I’m applying for a paid position in the hospital because I’ve finally found something I like, and mom’s work is trying to recruit me. It feels like I’ve grown 20 arms, all of them being pulled in different directions. God is setting up something good for me, but, as per usual, it’s a tumultuous ride. Pray for me to come out of this alive.