9.15.2010

Let Down

I've been working toward a deadline for the last two weeks. Always in the crevices between things, but nonstop for two weeks. Today, after two hours of constant interruptions, I made peace with the fact that I'm not going to make the deadline. I'm going to fail.

This is disappointing, and when I say I made a peace with this fact? Trust me that it is an uneasy peace.

I thought by telling someone it might make me feel better.

I don't think it worked.

And I'm VERY sure that there's a Lesson To Be Learned. But right now, I'd just like to relax in the feeling of tired, disappointed, but not radically so, disappointment.