Stage 1: I jump up and down with joy.
Stage 2: I most likely have an asthma-panic-attack from all the excitement, and also the pollution in Western North Carolina, but mostly the excitement.
Stage 3: As the initial high wears off, I am consumed by self-doubt and self-loathing.
Stage 4: Then somehow, I turn the self-doubt and self-loathing into a post.
Fun Fact: Ari originally drafted this post for me because I had been complaining about knowing I was procrastinating but still being unable to stop procrastinating. I added the drawings and changed the wording to be more in my own style. For Stage 2, this is what he wrote:
How do you retreat to a neti pot? Now I'm imagining myself living in my neti pot like some sort of genie.