Like Meg Ryan pounding on a table in a diner: Yes! Yes! Yes!
Whether writing a 500-word column or 400-paged manuscript, there comes that satisfying moment when you hit the final keystroke. The sound echoes, in slow motion, reverberating through your body and outward, catching anyone within a three-mile radius in its ripple effect.
Outside your window, traffic comes to a stop. Drivers and pedestrians join together, taking time from their day to cheer, applauding so loud and hard their hands turn pink.
And wait — is that a tear I see glistening in the eye of the Fed-Ex driver?
It’s embarrassing, really.
But who can blame them?
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