You're Just Not That Special

Ever had a day when no matter what went right--like you kicked ass in that presentation you made to an entire team of senior executives, showing them how you're going to come in 30% under budget on a deadline tighter than a bullfrog's ass, thereby disproving the old adage you can't have it cheap, fast AND good--and you're feeling like you're walking on air, and then one little thing goes wrong and it turns your entire world to shit?

Because that was me today.

I've been living in this fairytale world, I admit that. But reality slapped me right across the face and pretty damn hard, so there's no pretending anymore. It's over. What's done is done.

Ugh. Enough with bullshit clichés. At least my girls and rock stars still love me. As will be proven by the copious amounts of alcohol we'll indulge in later.

Training be damned. I ran my 6 miles this week. It's time to unwind.

Work hard, play hard. That's me. And I am special, dammit.