*sigh*
"Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering--this is an all-weather beatitude for gloom in general and fairly salutary day-time advice for everyone. But at three o’clock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesn’t work--and in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day."
--F. Scott Fitzgerald
Admittedly, it's not three o'clock (yet) but the same general idea applies. I would appear to be stuck at that terrible halfway point between contraction and completion, the one where your shoulders are feeling every ounce of the weight of the load you have taken on, the one where you know how many people are depending on you, the one where you realize that you have no fricking clue what you are doing, and the one where you know without a shadow of a doubt that it is far too late to give up.
Dammit...I'm just not used to this sort of thing. This much creation in such a short space of time...with so much riding on it...
If I make it to May without shooting myself, I'm going to have a party.
--F. Scott Fitzgerald
Admittedly, it's not three o'clock (yet) but the same general idea applies. I would appear to be stuck at that terrible halfway point between contraction and completion, the one where your shoulders are feeling every ounce of the weight of the load you have taken on, the one where you know how many people are depending on you, the one where you realize that you have no fricking clue what you are doing, and the one where you know without a shadow of a doubt that it is far too late to give up.
Dammit...I'm just not used to this sort of thing. This much creation in such a short space of time...with so much riding on it...
If I make it to May without shooting myself, I'm going to have a party.