For megania, from the time the dinosaurs first pounded the earth under their great feet to this moment in history, adaptation has been the most essential skill for survival. If there is no food in one area, animals adapt to the situation by looking elsewhere. If the nest is taken or damaged, animals will go elsewhere or rebuild. If a person loses a job, the next thing to do is look for another. As humans, we are the most adaptable of creatures. You cannot plant a rose in the North Pole, for example, and expect it to bloom. But you plant a human there and instantly there is a scavenger hunt for a place to hide from the cold, for food and appropriate attire.
Last month my boss at work banned all cell phones and laptops because ONE PERSON did not have the self-discipline necessary to do her work. Naturally, there was great wailing and gnashing of teeth. The agony of disconnection pasted evidence on their pale faces. To which I said, "Tisk, tisk, thou coworkers of mine! Doest thou knowest not how to survive in such conditions? For yea, there are loopholes and other ways of entertaining thyselves minus tiny TV screens and mindless games. Yea, for the writ of discipline said naught of MP3 players or miniature speakers. Nor did the law forbid the use of rectangular objects commonly known as books." Even as I formulated a new survival skill, my esteemed, if slow-calculating coworkers, bemoaned their hours fraught with emptiness.
However, I too learned a valuable lesson. Before now, I too moaned and whined. My writing speed fell to little over a page a day, whereas I knew I had the ability to write as much as ten pages in an 8-hour period. Not more than 4 days after our boss passed the sentence, I finished the last chapter of my novel (a complete rewrite, BTW). And here I sit, a satisfied grin across my face. In ten (10) days, I wrote 55 pages. Chapter 1 of DSR Chapter 14 (first draft) is completed.
Rodimus is right; something good always comes out of something bad.