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Today was not such a good day, I had to eat some comfort macatella and peanut butter to cheer myself up.
I worked on my article this morning and translated it completely into spanish, I was actually quite proud about how not that much trouble I had doing so. I had a meeting at 2 at Entremundos with the intern-editor to copyedit this month's magazine which is being printed and published tomorrow. So I get there and Michael prints out a copy for us to review it, and to both my pleasure and dismay I see the theme is CAFTA. As I read the articles looking for mistakes and small flaws in the layout, I grew conscious that my article echoed a lot of what those articles said, and that just wasn't going to be ok. It took me more than a few minutes to come to terms with the fact that I wasn't going to publish what I'd spent all week writing; that I might've been counterproductive; that I had 20 days to come up with something, write it well and translate it. Just as I was comforting myself with the fact that at least I was going to be able to dance it all out later at my private salsa class, my teacher called to cancel for today. So I talked with the editor and I'll figure it out eventually, she'll specify what the other writers are writing about and give me feedback on the article I already wrote.
But there are worse things in life and in the world, and this is actually a good learning experience - namely it taught me not to get too attached, to be flexible, to be always on the lookout for new ideas and topics, and to be ready for anything.