Windshields and bugs.

Sometimes you are the windshield in life and then there are days you are the bug. Today is a bug day. I feel squished and smushed and smeared by the windshield wipers. On top of a emotionally voiding night, I am having a day where my view of my competencies is grossly skewed. I have to keep reminding myself that I am a good geologist and not be too hard on myself from work performed nearly 5 years ago with little to no experience back then. It is hard. So very hard.

Squished bugs just make a huge mess on the windshield.