Some days you work really hard, and things don’t seem to go right (or even if they do), and you just seem to be working and not getting anywhere. So you end the day feeling crummy and disappointed.
But then some days you work really hard, and some things don’t work- but then they do, and you finish something. And you end the day relieved and proud.
Feeling proud of myself for my accomplishments is still something I’m getting used to. And I gotta say: I don’t mind it at all.
that absolute frustration and disappointment you feel when you spend hours working on a project only to realise you have to fully scrap it.