I'm finished the first draft of my novel! Finally! Writing at a rate of 6 pages an hour, I finished the ending that I've been putting off for so long.
I cried when I reread what I'd written a year ago. It's good. Really good. At least I think it is. Maybe? Maybe not...but at least it's finished, right? That counts for something...
(Apparently reaching this pinnacle doesn't automatically come with brand new self-assurance.)
Right now, I don't even care what anyone else thinks. I just can't believe I'm FINISHED!