Last week sucked.
If you follow me on Twitter, you already know that. If you unfollowed me on Twitter because I was being whiny posting "pity me" tweets at 4:30 in the morning after being up all night - it's over. Come back!
Don't get me wrong. I don't mind working - I'd rather work hard than be twiddling my thumbs (yeah, I'm an over-achiever...I know it's obnoxious. I can also wake up smiling and bubbly - but only if I know it destroys someone to wake up to morning sunshine shitters - an obnoxious, over-achieving, asshole I am).
What I don't like is when I have a deadline that is looming with programs/data/etc that are all working against me like a big angry monster. Not only that, but my being pressed up against a deadline was also pushing the next in line for the work to be pressed against her deadline - forcing her to work late nights and weekends, too. Guilt + stress + exhaustion = get the hell out of my way...or I'll bite you. It was devouring my soul.
After my thousandth hour of work this week paired with mere minutes of sleep - I decided I had to get out of the house. Whether or not the work was tied with a pretty bow and sent off, I HAD to stop.
Enter my childhood best friend who recently moved within a 90 minute drive from my house.
We are two peas in a pod - even a decade after we last spent more than a few hours together at a time. My mom used to categorize us as "connected at the hip." Luckily, with all of our respective experiences, we haven't outgrown one another.
Sidebar: My entire family loves her. When I was 16 and driving, I would go visit my grandparents who adore her. One visit, I remember distinctly, I entered their house. My grandma greeted me with a hug. My grandpa walks in the kitchen...first words out of his mouth..."Where's Amanda?" Everyone loves her that much! :)
It took us less than an hour to be finishing each others sentences and jinxing the shit out of one another. Simply starting a snarky remark had us both rolling - we knew where the other was going. Of course, my lack of sleep was hindering my communicative abilities, so it helped to have someone that could read my mind.
Last night was a reminder of fun. Pure fun. Evidence that the perfect match of a truly kindred spirit doesn't obscure with time.
We ugly laughed. It was hardly civil - yet she is one of the only people on the planet who has not only seen me ugly laugh - but can trigger it in the most inappropriate of places.
That, my dear readers, is a friend.
My spirit is renewed.