I made an informal pact with myself that I wouldn't keep blogging about being busy and tired this week, and that's not what this post is about. (So Mike, you can stop with the eye rolling.) Well, maybe it's a bit about that, peripherally. You see, I'm excited. Excitement, I'm bursting with it.
Now that the bulk of the scut work of getting ready for the conference is over, I can feel excited about it rather than paranoid that everything won't get done. I don't know if any of you have ever done any volunteer work, I've done other bits and pieces with other organisations, but I'm always so pleasantly surprised at how willing and motivated the volunteers at my Buddhist centre are. Truly a nice bunch of very kind people.
I can't talk about being excited without mentioning Morgan of course. You'll allow me these moments of exuberance, won't you? I promise to keep the gushing to a reasonable level. We've only just started dating and getting to know each other, and so it's real early days and we're not rushing it, but I like him a lot and I haven't felt this excited about meeting someone new for a long time. Happy, excited, a little bit nervous, marvelling at feeling a real connection with someone, all the wonderful feelings of meeting someone that you like a lot. Maybe "thrilled" is the word I'm looking for?
Yesterday I blogged about the glass being half-full but I suspect it's considerably more full than that.
[Updated: I should say, lest you think this is all very highbrow, that there's a goodly portion of lust involved. I mean, check him out. So cute! Oh, and he'll be blushing like nothing on this Earth right now. Heh, heh.]