a sort of funk

I am coming down from the post-conference high and getting back to the reality of dissertation writing. I really don't know why I am having such trouble with it. The fact is, I want to finish in the worst way. But I also feel like I've saddled myself with the idea that it must be perfect. I finally admitted, out loud, that I didn't get the results I expected or hoped for. I am feeling disappointed and worried about how to frame my findings. If I really think about it, what I did find is perfectly acceptable and, actually, pretty important in the big picture. But my expectations weren't met and I am having a tough time getting over that. Somehow, I need to embrace what I have found and move forward.