We're finally getting to the point that we want to play at. We're pitching, playing solid defense and getting some timely hits.
We're finally getting those crossing passes out to her. Of course Carolyn's scored all of our goals ... but we'll take that.
We're finally getting healthy. It's a lot of little things. We held some kids out so they could get healthy.
We're finally getting consistently good news on the labor markets and even an occasional positive surprise like today's report.
We're finally getting a bigger piece of the pie.
We're finally doing what we thought we could do. Things could have snowballed downward, but it didn't.
We're so excited to have EDGE here in Providence. Finally -- we'll have a website that can reveal all that our city has to offer.
We're going to the World Series, ... It sounds weird to say if off my lips. Finally the baseball gods shined on us.
We're going to miss their spirit. In swimming, sometimes you're happy to get the season over with because it's so grueling. But, when it's finally over, you get sad and miss it.
Indeed, bull markets are fueled by successive waves of prior skeptics finally capitulating as their fears fade. Eventually, fear turns to euphoria, and that's the stuff of bubbles.