It's been a very rough week. A lot of time has been spent trying to get things done and fighting the frustration of watching some stuff fail. My Mistress has been to the point of tears several times,

Being a part of failure can be a very hard thing. We worry about our jobs, we think about the consquences for not being ready. We rarely think about the bearing failure has on what we learn and take to the future.

Things have been quiet today, and while I've been working on some designs for posters and sales sheets, I took a break to clean out my kitchen. In the back of the fridge was a failure staring at me for almost a year.

It was simply a bowl of white chocolate. We were melting it to make white shoes for Y-Heels. Unfortunately, it got wet and seized. It was useless for our molds, and we put wrap on it and chucked it to the back for some possible use in the future, which has never come.

And there it was, pure failure. Cold, featureless, ugly. I growled. I've been meaning to face this for months now, and determined to get it the fuck out of my fridge.

I grabbed a fork and chipped part of it off, growling, chewing... relaxing a bit. Damn, this is pretty good. Damn, this is one of the nicest parts of the day.

Ya know for failure, this doesn't taste half bad. Matter of factly this is really good, I wish I had some friends over to share it with.

I haven't eaten since Thursday afternoon. I've been trying to think of what I wanted to eat today. I can't just eat this...Well, I can, but it's not good for me. Well it's good for me, not my belly or my butt. Well....

Dang, it's been sitting here for months, during some of the worst times. Times when I've been hungry, times when I'm upset, times when Mistress and I have had nothing to do, or wanted a little something more for dinner. We never did anything with it, never thought about just grabbing it and digging in. This would have cheered us right up.

Never underestimate the positive effect of failure :)

Sincerely,

Jay