I said I would post today and I have 43 minutes to make good on my word.
Tomorrow will be controlled by nothing but a list of things to do, of expectations, of excitement. It’ll be fueled by coffee and sheer adrenaline. I’ll be working harder because I know my kids are waiting for me, because I know people are depending on me, because I respect and enjoy the company of my partner in this crime of blogging conferences.
Then Saturday will be here, before I even know it and then will come crashing down on me. Months of work and millions of emails later – we’ll be done.
And I’ll pick myself back up, excited for tomorrow. A little quieter for a while after all that talking, blogging, tweeting … all that planning. A little less for a little more.
I’m so excited.
I’m so nervous.
I’m so ready.