When I started this blog, I asked a friend (who happens to be an excellent blogger) if he had any tips for me. He said, "Blog even when you don't feel like it". At the time I thought, "Piece of cake. As much as I talk and think it really shouldn't be a problem to get it down on print." Good ol' underestimation. It's a specialty of mine. No matter what the occasion, I have an uncanny knack for underestimating magnitude.
Enter Thursday, my usual day of reprieve. Normally on Thursdays, I'm on easy street: Babe is working at my side, 80s music is pumping through his speakers, we have a quick lunch date, and all is right with the world. That was not the case this Thursday. I was working on validating some code, left by a former coworker; a task which I'd started on Wednesday. Unfortunately for me, the newly installed application was NOT going in peacefully. I'll spare you the technical details, but stubbornly fighting the issue left me drained. Not just because the research was tedious, but because I (often falsely) assume that certain things will come to me naturally. When they don't, I generally want to take my ball and go home. Abandoning the task completely, however, wasn't an option. The company pays me to automagically make things happen. I decided to hit it hard Friday morning.
And hit it hard I did. I went into the office early(ish) and started over completely. With the help of a coworker, I had several small successes scattered throughout the day. By day's end, I had a positive status to give my boss. Still, the ordeal took it's toll. I couldn't write. I couldn't think about writing. All I could manage was sitting on the couch, chatting with Babe, and playing 2048 Tile.
Oh, there's no grand lesson in this post. Just me coming to terms with my lack of superpowers or perhaps even general resolve. The struggle is indeed real.
