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Last night, I finished my first draft of my secret project. Do you know how delicious that feels? I lean back in my chair and sigh. My arms hang limp as though I have exhausted myself in some incredible athletic feat, my heart pounds with relief, and a warm contented feeling spreads over me. My mind tries to temper any wild excitement with reminders of how much work is yet ahead of me. The editing process looms, not letting me say that I am "all the way" done. But another part of me hushes this logic, wanting to enjoy the feeling of completion, if but for a moment. A hen could not crow more triumphantly over her egg than I can, at this minute, crow over mine. I feel completely spent but happy. I am done! My first draft is done! What a delicious feeling!
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