completion

You know the feeling. When you've busted your butt, burnt the midnight oil, burned the candle at both ends, run around like a chicken with its head cut off, and exhausted both yourself and a veritable host of clichés to finish a project. And then it's done. And it's done well. And people pat you on the back and tell you how great you are-- and you kind of believe them even though you felt like an imposter through most of the back-breaking process. And you get to go home and drink a celebratory beer and watch one episode of Sex and the City on your computer before running a bath and tucking yourself into bed. It's a good feeling. (I'm up to the beer and S&TC part. The dishes can wait.)