Detritus

A few weeks ago I was asked to work on a project that I knew would stretch me.  I decided that stretching was good and said "Yes."

Saying yes doesn't mean that the project wasn't going to cause me some distress.  It definitely did.

I went through the "I'm not good enough" stage.

I went through the "This is too much pressure" stage.

There were many moments when the inside of my head sounded a lot like this:

 

I worked my way through those stages and dug in and did the work.  I finished the project last night.

This morning I woke up to find the leftovers:

I will soon put all of this away, but other leftovers remain:  It will be easier to say yes to something like this in the future and maybe, just maybe, I won't drive myself to this degree of insanity the next time.