Used to be I felt excitement.
The tingly kind, where you can't wait, like Christmas morning.
But this year, I feel something different, something new.
Looks like an innocuous word, right?
It's not. It's like fear. A word that conveys so much in so little and I don't like it.
It's what I'm feeling this year.
Sure, nerves are nothing new. I've felt that for a few years now.
This year, I'm unsure.
Unsure if I'll be able to do it.
Unsure if I'll come up with an idea.
The list could go on, but what it boils down to is
D-Day is 23 days away.
Maybe it is because there are bigger things to worry about, bigger fish to fry.
Hopefully that is the case, and come November 1, the words flow like they always do.
Let's hope that is the case.