Meh, ran out of ribbon and energy at the same time. Bed now.

I have a good husband. He took me for yummy Mexican food and a big, horkin' margarita. Life is better with tequila and salt. ::nods::

I need the like button, or a margarita

I have a good husband. He took me for yummy Mexican food and a big, horkin' margarita. Life is better with tequila and salt. ::nods::

Yay, good husband!

I had latkes and chili for dinner. The chili was because Mike's husband decided that latkes weren't enough. They were really good although I was cringing because the woman who was making them was afraid of splatter so was tossing/dropping them into the hot oil.

Wow. I feel like I've been kicked by a horse, or maybe run over by a cart. For a good reason, though. One of the individuals I worked with today has been getting much stronger, and now needs considerably less assistance in doing various tasks. The reason I feel so wiped out is because previously a lot of that assistance required two staff members; now, only one of us is needed. Standing in different relative position, using muscles somewhat differently, etc. combine to make me now as beat as I was the first time I ever worked with this person. Wooooo, baby, gonna be sore tomorrow! Also, I'm so happy for that person!!!!

I hope you feel better than you anticipate tomorrow, WS.

Barb, I can relate. I'm in a different medium, but I have gone through periods of obsession over stats, reviews, or lack thereof. And I have to fight so hard not to give up, to make myself keep trying, to promote things when I feel like everyone will hate me for trying to promote my work. Here I am more than a year past when my album was released and I'm still making myself work at it and not give up.

So today I got my first definite rejection from one of the radio stations I submitted to. And that really bummed me out. It felt like they were telling me that the album I spent a year working on sucked. Yet I also lucked out and one of my plugs got RT'd and an animator found my album for the first time and talked it up to his 10,000 followers. He enthused about the album and he and one of his followers so far have bought it. And that feels gratifying.

Big deal, two sales, right? But it's a big deal to me and I have to do SO MUCH promo to get the one sale. I think of it like those guys who ask every pretty girl out on a date. They get turned down 99% of the time but there's 1% who say yes and that's 1% more than they'd have met if they'd been shy. And I never know which one of those sales is going to be the person who has a blog followed by 500,000 people who hang on their every word...

I guess what I'm trying to say is I totally relate to the worry that comes from having expectations that aren't met. And spiraling into bad thoughts that make one feel like one is a failure or through or whatever. You just have to fight them and I think the reality checks you get here will help with that. You've got a lot of support here.

No one has posted since 9:30 Pacific? Boy, I sure killded this thread.

I have nothing much to say. Oh, except that I'm snowed in (and making chicken soup and drinking an inordinate amount of tea).

I'm a stat whore myself. And let me just say how wonderful Barb and Spidra are doing. It's hard not to give a fuck on something you worked so hard on.

But it's important to balance the shit, and define limits to everything. Even if it's "I spent 3 hours watching stats today, I'm gonna do XYZ now and give it another 30 minutes in the evening".

Because there's something that's more important than your work - and that's you.