Not everything goes according to plan.
You know the feeling, when you work really hard for something, to keep a deadline, and when you are ready to deliver – they tell you to bin it. Or at least put it in the bottom of the drawer.
Try to do that six times in three years.
You know you will dance and sing when you have delivered for the last time.
Even though it will be put in the archive and probably be forgotten.
The freedom, the wonderful knowledge that it will never haunt you again.