Tell us about the last thing you got excited about — butterflies-in-the-stomach, giggling, can’t-wait excited.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us EXCITEMENT.
It was long long ago. . . before I hit puberty. So, it was too stupid to be written about in a blog (trust me).
And shortly after, I hit puberty, after which there was no dearth of serious stuff in my life. Adios, excitement.
I’m gonna get married soon and I’m not really excited. . .that’s how bad it is. After the wedding, I might relocate to somewhere I’ve always wanted to go to, but nope, I’m not excited.
So, I guess, the excitement does end.
In response to: Daily Prompt: The Excitement Never Ends