There's something so crazy about writing. Like, how finishing the synopsis/draft/whatever can seem so impossible. And then, eventually, after all the whining and stressing, it's, like, done. It torture to get there, but then there is pure elation afterward.
That seems to be my pattern, at least.
(Okay, I'm not done done with the synopsis. I still have to polish and ponder it some more. But I'm close. Much closer than I ever thought I'd be this time yesterday when I was feeling like I'd DIE before finishing.)