Why does making my first dollar feel like winning the lottery?

That moment when a random person actually paid you for something you built in your spare time? I ugly-cried in the cereal aisle. Turns out my brain treats "first customer" like "first kiss" – same dopamine dump, same "did that really just happen?" panic.

Started this dumb little side project because I was bored and needed to prove I wasn't completely useless after quitting my soul-crushing job. Never expected anyone to care. Now some stranger in another timezone just handed me $4.72 and suddenly I'm Googling "how to not mess this up."

Anyone else get weirdly emotional about tiny money milestones?