A Week In The Life Of My Brain.

My brain and I have been through a lot together. She’s my biggest cheerleader, my worst critic, my late-night overthinker, my irrational decision-maker. She never rests, never stops talking, and honestly? I respect her hustle.

And this week.. she had a lot to say

Saturday – She Believes in Me. Too Much.

"We’re going to be so productive today." She says it with full confidence, as if we don’t both know how this is going to end.

Still, I believe her. I wake up ready to tackle Business Finance, get my laundry done, and stay home until Natalia’s birthday party. The plan is solid. It’s foolproof.

And yet, somehow, I find myself everywhere but home, doing everything but what I swore I’d get done. She doesn’t scold me, just hums in amusement, already knowing this was how it would play out. But as I collapse into bed, my laundry untouched, she leans in with a soft told you so.

Sunday – She’s Stressed, So I’m Stressed.

We have a simple plan: go to tech, come back for class. No complications. No surprises.

Except tech gets delayed. Now it’s bleeding into my class, and just like that, the stress hits.

"Okay, okay, breathe," she says, but I can tell she’s panicking too. We’re spiraling in sync, both mentally pacing.

Somehow, we pull it together long enough to get through the PSA show. She’s proud of me for that. But just as we start to unwind, my phone buzzes. A message. Someone from the past.

"Do we engage?" she asks.

I hesitate. "I don’t know."

"Then let’s make a pro-con list."

"You always want to make a pro-con list."

"Because it works."

She’s got me there.

Monday – She’s a Dreamer. I’m Just Along for the Ride.

"New week, new us," she declares, radiating optimism.

I don’t have the heart to remind her last week’s “new us” crashed and burned. She’s hopeful. I admire that about her.

We try to focus—really, we do—but Business Finance is looming, and now there’s the BSA Show to prepare for too. She tells me I’m taking on too much. I tell her I can handle it.

She sighs, unconvinced. I sigh back. Neither of us believes me.

Tuesday – She’s Frantic, But Efficient.

"One week until the exam."

"I know."

"So let’s study. No distractions."

For once, she’s laser-focused. We power through Module 1, and by the time we’re done, she’s feeling good. I am too.

But then—BSA practice. Natyam practice. Back-to-back. By the time we get home, she’s fried, muttering about how we should have started studying earlier. I pretend not to hear her.

Wednesday – She’s a Softie, Even If She Won’t Admit It.

We don’t want to talk about it, but we didn’t get that opportunity we were hoping for. It stings. She brushes it off, says it wasn’t meant to be, that we wouldn’t have fit there anyway.

Still, she lingers in the disappointment longer than she wants to. I let her.

Then Malak calls, and suddenly we’re dissecting everything that’s happened in the past week. She tells me the same thing my brain’s been whispering all along: Be selfish. Choose yourself. No one else is going to do it for you.

"See?" she says, smug. "Told you so."

I roll my eyes, but she’s right.

Thursday – She Needs a Break.

It’s been a long day. Neither of us has the energy to complain.

But after dance, we end up sitting with Ankur and Rohit until 4 AM, just talking—about life, about nothing, about everything. She’s exhausted, but she loves nights like this. I do too.

Friday – She’s Laughing Through the Pain.

"Why did we just spend seven hours at Marston?"

I have no answer for her. Neither of us knows how we got here.

She’s crying, but she’s also proud. We got work done. We sold $50-$60 worth of Awaaz shirts. Now she’s considering running for Finance Chair again.

"Do we really want to do that?" I ask.

She grins. "We thrive in chaos, don’t we?"

She has a point.

She’s Exhausting, But I Wouldn’t Trade Her for Anything.

She talks too much. She overthinks everything. She makes me question things I don’t want to question, but she also pushes me when I need it the most.

This week, she reminded me that I take on too much, that I need to be more selfish, and that I should probably start studying earlier.

But she also reminded me that I’m surrounded by great people. That good moments still happen in the middle of chaos. That no matter how much we panic, we always make it through.

And if there’s one thing she never lets me forget—it’s that.

So here’s to another week of trying to keep up with her.