Today was a rough day at work. I made a few mistakes. I pissed some people off. I did a few things wrong.
The worst part? Beating myself up about it and almost convincing myself that I can't do this job.
It took a few hours of morosely wandering around the mall in a failed bout of retail therapy before I finally began listening to that wee voice in the dark recesses of my mind saying, "It's okay. You made mistakes, you'll learn from them, don't dwell on it. Enjoy the weekend and be amazing-er on Monday."
So that's what I'm going to do. That wee voice can be so wise sometimes.