Not too long now, is it? For some of you maybe not, but for the rest of us, it still feels like it’s centuries away. We feel almost empty without it. We crave it. We need it. We WANT it.
We sit idle, reading our blogs, watching our news, stalking our modern day gladiators via Twitter, Instagram, and whatever social media is hot. We feed our addiction with reviews of what happened the last go around. What didn’t. What could have been and what wasn’t.
We twiddle our thumbs and wonder just how it’ll play out this year. Who’s going to be left standing at the end. Who’ll be licking their wounds. Will we fall to the same weight which we couldn’t bear a year ago or will we be triumphant in our return. Will it end in a big bang or a quiet drop? Will we all make it to the end or will we be forced to mourn those fallen?
We wonder if this year will be our year.
It’s only 45 days away… and it can’t come soon enough. It’s almost here. It’s so close, I can taste it.