I am still giddy, can't leave the tissue box alone for too long, keep finding a myriad of things that just set me off into fits of joyful weeping. And I can't think of any one single word that can encompass all of these incredible feelings I have. Can you???
It's a feeling of breakthrough of sorts, humble and yet prideful at the same time! I am not so much proud that the Dems beat the GOP, but that we have suddenly burst out of a massive negative bubble in our country's history. We have proven that we are not some sort of one-trick-elephant. I'm hugely proud that people came together and chose a largely-untested optimist to be our President.
Optimists-R-Us! We are stepping out in faith! It feels almost romantic, a lot like falling in love: exciting, euphoric, soul-comforting, yet really damn scary.
And I just don't know what to do with all of these feelings! I feel I need to return to a "normal" life, exhausted from the campaigns, worn out by my adrenaline rush on Tuesday, and completely unfocused on anything but how happy I am about Obama's win. But I am ready for a NEW normal, how about you all??? :-)
Saying that, I just want to keep celebrating! I want to drive down the street honking my horn and waving at everyone I pass by, buy every newspaper and magazine with Obama on the cover, and spend my entire clothing budget on "Yes We Did!" T-shirts (even though I could use some new bras).
Part of the reason for my intense joy is that I feel President-Elect Obama can relate to us in ways that politicians haven't for a long time. I'm very sure this helped him win on Tuesday. I read a neat little article in the Oregonian today, an interview with Michelle's brother, which just proves that my feelings are correct.
(Make sure to read both pages of that article)
Savor this time everyone, let the feelings linger as long as you want them to. We've deserved this for a long time, no need to rush back to our "normal" lives. Saying that, I'm off to make a dessert for my husband's birthday, which happens to be today! I almost forgot about it, poor guy (hard to compete with the election of the century though, eh?). And what am I going to make? You guessed it: PIE! In this case, it's apple. :-)
Here's to Hope! Clarissa xxx