In the past week I’ve been yelled at, told that my pet projects aren’t worthwhile, sick for three days, ignored repeatedly, and generally made to feel worthless, and I’ve realized that I sit on my ass eight to twelve hours a day making products that will–with any luck–encourage millions of others to sit on their asses more than they already do.
Tonight I saw Bowling for Columbine and was reminded that there are other people with worse problems.
This doesn’t make me feel better–quite the contrary–but it does add perspective.