There is something about finishing a project that’s always a little bit bittersweet.

Well, okay, not always. Sometimes I can’t wait to be done. Today was one of those times. I’ve been slaving away on this stuff for nearly three months, and the closer I got to the end, the longer it took me to finish every page, every label, every block of copy. It’s as if someone came up behind me in a marathon and tied my shoelaces together.

But I finsihed, on time. Now all that’s left are niggly little revisions and updates, I hope. A little back-and-forth, and then I’m off for two weeks. When I get back, I’m sure panic will set in, the way panic always does, and I’ll be convinced that my last job was really my LAST JOB, and that I’ll have to go work at Tim Hortons just to pay the mortgage.

Looking back on the last few months, a couple of things are pretty clear to me. I need lots of variety, which means I need projects that aren’t super-gigantic. And I need some fun to break up the monotony. So perhaps when I get back, my first goal should be to find fun assignments and minimize the dry ones.

Yeah. I know what you’re thinking. As if.