That moment of total exhilaration, upon hitting the “Save”/”Send” button; a quick glance at the clock, the slow realisation of finality (It’s really over?!), a blank slate/a tabula rasa—a reboot is in order; a wave, in slow motion, made up of relief/anticipation/adrenaline/sleepless-caffeine-induced-hallucinations, comes washing over.
That’s been on loop in my head for nearly two weeks now.
And just the same way I murmur to myself, my own pom-pom wielder, each time I am 1 kilometer away from the finish line:
You’re. Almost. There.
Okay, distraction number 18934397547 over. Back to Me–versus–Cursor.