A script report completed, an extra mile run, a desk clear of filing and receipts - what a lovely feeling. Can't imagine how glorious it must be to achieve something genuinely difficult, like curing a disease, or putting Herself off painting the naffing kitchen this weekend.
The completion of a difficult task and its attendant euphoria is all about exams, for me. All those years of end of year exams at my nightmarishly academic school, followed later by serious national exams and then university finals left a long shadow on my psyche. The BF looks at me blankly when I talk about our school being an academic hothouse, but she's cleverer than a wily fox in full chicken costume so I pay no attention.
I don't have to take exams any more, but every now and again a stressful, challenging, deadlined task comes up that causes me to have to lock myself away with bananas and other brain foods and snap grumpily at Herself when she interrupts me. But then the task is completed and I feel like dancing in the moonlight. Today, in case you hadn't already guessed, is one of those days. I will not be doing any moonlit dancing, but I might find my supper more delicous this evening, and that glass of wine more refreshing. And that's enough to make it all worthwhile. That, and my two degrees.
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