And yes the paper is nearly ready

Finally the paper I have been working on is nearly accepted. 

Last Friday I panicked as I submitted the wrong file.  Desperately I emailed both editors and administrative assistant asking for help.

The file is ready, I sent it to them.  One of them replied 'don't worry, we will sort something out' as if she was sensing my desperation.  

And I got home and felt really miserable.  Not being able to afford sometime to relax.  I took it on my wife and indirectly on my twins.  I snapped at the comment that I was making everyone in the household anxious.

So I spent the next few hours not speaking to anyone.  Next morning I woke up in a similar mood.  But then I started thinking that life is good after all.  I am proud of the paper.  I have a nice family and a house. 

And for once, I feel I did what I wanted to do, not what I expected.  

So am trying to remember that my expectations about myself are usually high. They become impossible to meet.  

And therefore I feel that I fail.  

Somewhere I read that people like me need to be more realistic, more humble.  And try to enjoy what we have.  

If we do not enjoy life, innovate, redecorate, change attitudes, do something achievable.  

And leave the rest to the universe.  

Am grateful.  I should be.