The deadline approaches, doesn’t matter what the project
or assignment is. It could be for work, for school, or in the case of this
blog, for leisure. Regardless, the deadline approaches and you feel the heat
from the fire burning at your feet as you dash across the days till you have
but a moments breathe to complete the project you have had a month or week to
finish. In that final day or even final hour, the glorious hour where you feel
the weight of oblivion either lift from your shoulders or crash over you as the
deadline approaches and it is ride or die, you catch a spark. The spark being
the idea, energy, focus, or all of the above that drives you into a fury to
finish the assignment. Your brain operates like a supercomputer. Sentences
flash through your mind as the minutes tick by. The clock is about to strike
and that is when you finally finish it and you were able to do this because of
the pressure you were under. It accelerated your thinking through the pumping
of adrenaline or red bull through your system.
As you attach the word document to an email, you double, triple, quadruple
check the Subject line to insure you don’t come across like a schmuck to your
professor or boss. You hit send and all is right in the world.
You forgot to spell check, didn’t you?
You go back and skim over the document you just submitted but a minute ago
and lo and behold, there is a typo, several in fact. Not to mention missing
punctuation and a misuse of the word “than”. You have two options at
this moment. You can correct the mistakes and send the document after the
deadline( hoping the recipient is feeling merciful in their response to you
come the morning.) or hunker down with the bed you have just made and wallow in
the mistakes of spelling and grammar errors. As the red bull and adrenaline
leave your system, you are left in an anxious knot of feelings as sleep
eventually takes you, with a last merciful thought being a congratulations that
you managed to send anything at all.
You wake up the next morning (or early afternoon, I won’t judge) and you
open your inbox to see the long-dreaded reaction from the recipient of your
boggled email. You see no response. You check back in a couple hours, no
The next day, no response.
The next week, still no response.
You open your email once more only to discover the email you thought you had
sent was in fact, saved to drafts.