Crabby Girl...but it's okay

I'm sitting here in my office, oppressed by a feeling of crankiness. I know why I'm cranky, which is kind of a relief -- at least this isn't that especially annoying kind of random crankiness which sometimes afflicts me.

I'm cranky because I made a mistake, and I'm not sure how to fix it, and it needs to be fixed. I was freaking out because there's a time constraint involved, but the deadline was going to be blown even without my mistake, so I've let that go. That eased my mind considerably, since I now don't have to scramble to arrive at a solution.

The other good thing is that I'm not beating myself up about it, and I'm not shoving away my unhappiness at having made the mistake. (Without getting into the details, it's one of those obnoxious mistakes that looks absolutely avoidable in hindsight, to the point you wonder what you were thinking when you made it.) I'm living in the space between those extremes, unhappy and knowing there's going to be difficulty and pain as I (and everyone else affected) lurch toward resolution. But I'm also kind of relieved, because I don't know that I've ever been able to spend time in this emotional space before.

Basically, it sucks, but it'll pass. And that's a good thing to know.

But I'm still a little cranky and annoyed with myself.