I've been through this process before, many times now. And it's eerily familiar in so many ways. The panicked way of living with late nights, early mornings and little sleep in between. The frenzied feeling of never having enough hours in the day. The self-empowering little talks followed by the defeated hopelessness. The sinking sensation in your skin, muscles, bones and even breath. Like even your body is closing in on you.
But here's what I've never experienced before: angels coming to my rescue. Laughing, joking, singing, snarling, complaining and insanely validating angels helping me by doing the work I think I should be able to do myself (and have always had to do myself in the past because no one else was there.) There were two of them today and they came without specific request. Without being told by someone else, without being compelled by money or a desire to show off for someone who might grant them position or status in payment. They came because they genuinely believe in team work- the kind of selflessness so often advocated but so rarely seen in real life.
And as I worked my insanely long work day with them there keeping my insanity at bay with their constant stream of ridiculous jokes, loving teases, sing-along-to-pandora loveliness I realized: angels do exist.