Science is frustrating!
When I was a little kid I remember wanting to be an inventor. Oh the things I would invent! I would put together tinker toys and imagine I was building a giant windmill or a shrink ray. Oh those halcyon days of youth.
Here I am actually inventing something and it is not at all as I expected. Sometimes it feels the way I imagined seeing something from my mind take shape in the real world, but most of the time it just sucks. Things fail all the time! If it isn’t some stupid mistake it is a fundamental flaw in my reasoning. Some creeping unknown that stabs me in the back when I least suspect it.
Yes I am just railing because experiments aren’t turning out the way I want them too. And yes I made my bed and now I have to lie in it. I could have taken baby steps forward and worked on something easy. Well… you have a point.
What is it within me that makes me take on a project that demands my ability to distill molecular biology, protein engineering, animal surgeries and MRI physics into one creation? Is it overconfidence or kid in a candy store naivety that makes me reach and reach until I am beyond my depth. Of course it’s both. And maybe that’s OK?
Sigh… back to it then.
Onward I press into the dark. Hopeful that dawn will soon light my way.