Every.single.time.
I experience relief afterwards when it's over, but nothing that comes close to pride or accomplishment. Just the vague recognition that it's over and the dread of having to do it again, knowing it won't even be easier or will end better than the first time.
Seriously, I've never once felt pride in my entire life. Not after graduating, not after getting a job, not after becoming a father. It all feels so very banal and mundane, what "achievement" in that could possibly exist?
Ugh, I fucking hate me. Rant over.