…to disappointment:

1) Cry. It’s all right to cry. Crying takes the sad out of you. OK, so it doesn’t. But it still beats holding it in for years and having it surface during an NBC re-airing of Titanic.

2) Phone a friend. Important to have someone there to counter the self-deprecation and negativity that you’ll undoubtedly hurl at yourself. Also important to make sure that you’re not alone when you…

3) Find glass, add ice, pour Jack Daniels into glass. Consider adding Diet Coke, but you only have caffeinated and you don’t want your elixir to keep you up all night.

4) Turn off all instant messengers and screen your phonecalls. Make outgoing calls to female friends only; male friends who are married are okay to call too. But do not call or otherwise communicate with single male “friends.” You don’t want to drink-and-dial (or imbibe-and-IM) when you’re in this state of mind. This way, madness lies.

5) Go to bed earlyish, and realize that you haven’t been to sleep before midnight in months. Resolve to get more sleep in the future, even as you know you’re swearing oaths to yourself that you’ll never keep. As you fall asleep, listen to music that contains a soothing rhythm, soaring passion, and a subtle melancholy.

6) Wake to find yourself in possession of two empty boxes of tissues, two puffy eyes and one big headache, which you decide to address by the name of Mr. Daniels. Promise yourself that yesterday’s frustration will fuel today’s workout, and load up the MP3 player with blisteringly popalicious Top 40 tunes mixed with old school heavy metal.

7) Go through the motions, even as you realize that there’s still lots to work out, and that only time, if anything, will remove the splinters of pain and disappointment from the soft undersides of your feet. You know that every step will hurt until it doesn’t. Buy insoles. Cover nascent blisters with band-aids. But do everything in your power to keep walking.