Day 50.

It wasn't a terrible, no-good, very bad, awful day.
But it wasn't a great day, either.

It was an eat ice cream day.

A day to celebrate.
A day to revel in the fact that I get to make mistakes, and learn from them.
One to remind myself that I'm blessed to be challenged by my career, not bored by it.
The type of day that is filled with sighs of brain exhaust from all cylinders firing all day long, but a day that ends with a long sigh of satisfaction.

I celebrate by eating ice cream.

It was an eat ice cream day.