Us writers tend to become emotional. And it's not just in the "I'm happy today" and "sad now" emotional. We set up furniture in our emotions. Build homes around them. Become complacent. Allow them to control us.
Or at least, that's what I've realized I do at low points.
It's wonderful to be patient and kind with yourself, to be understanding when things just don't seem to fit...
But every once in a while, I think I need a kick in the butt.
A stern, rational voice to say, "Get up, get over it, and move on."
The more I learn, the more I see that nothing was ever created without a lot of hard work, disappointment, and a strong desire to give up. Even if it's for a quick flash, I think everyone's flirted with the idea of walking away. What separates this project/relationship/opportunity from the rest is the desire to keep at it when it seems more sane to let go.