Project Post Partem
by Dan Walsh
I feel mentally drained. I just finished my 30 day writing sprint and launched a project that has consumed me for the past 2 weeks. It feels great! It feels like accomplishment and achievement. But I’m running on empty at this point. I have pages of topics to write about, but I can’t muster the strength. This kind of sounds like depression, but it’s not. Like I said, I feel good. I still care. This is something else.
There’s a line from Daring Greatly that is playing on a loop in my head.
The result of daring greatly isn’t a victory march as much as it is a quiet sense of freedom mixed with a little battle fatigue.
That sounds about right.
I feel like the last seen in the movie Cobra. Stallone got the job done, he looks exhausted, and he says something like “Come on, let’s go home,” as he walks away from the warehouse he just destroyed during the climactic battle scene.
I’m playing Leanard Cohen’s Hallelujah on repeat right now.
Except for Brené Brown, I’ve never heard anyone discuss this feeling, and she only alluded to it. Even though I’ve produced two things I’m really happy with, I feel kind of sad that they are complete. It’s like getting to the end of a well-loved novel and dreading the last page. When it’s finally over there’s a sense of loss. It feels good and bad at the same time.
That’s how I feel right now. And maybe just like with a novel, I’m not ready to make friends with new characters yet. Maybe I just need some time to recharge my batteries before I can get excited about new projects.