This week and the next are pretty much the suckiest of the year for me work-wise. 12 hour days, along with 8 hours or so on Saturdays. Whatever. I get paid well and I actually like what I'm doing, so I'll suck it up. But - that doesn't mean I don't get stressed. I have to fit a bazillion things into each day, and each minute is precious. But today - in the midst of piles of handouts and preparations, I looked up at the clock and saw that it was 11:11.
Yes, I am one of those simple-minded people that make a wish when the clock says 11:11. But today, I didn't make a wish. I just took a deep breath and said a prayer that I could make it through the next couple weeks unscathed. You should try it. Wishing is overrated.