You know, some days you feel like you can't get ahead. You feel like you never get any accolades, and that the work you do isn't good enough. And then, some days, first you find out that you passed your exams and that you'll be just fine, and then just after you get that news you go to the post office and discover that someone (who is going through enough stress of her own) has sent you a big gold medal that says "WINNER" in giant letters across it. And you're the crazy person outside the mall, laughing loudly and holding a big shiny plastic medal. (Seriously: this thing covers most of my torso!)
And you put on your medal and decide that maybe things are going to be okay.