Do you ever just reread one of your work and just said, "Damn girl, this writing was on fire!"

I just looking back on my WIP which only started from early December and there were lines that make me doubt about the author. Because damn, they were on fire. I think we all should celebrate our work once in a while because we are the one that crafted this from the nonsense which is the english language (I'm not native english speaker). My favourite from my work was:

As a native of NYC, several things crossed through his mind at the same time while the truck's horn rang through every part of his being:

1 - This is fucking stupid; he is going to be hit by a white truck. Is he in a rom-com?

2 - He didn't check his phone for Scott's text.

3 - This is going to hurt.