I planned to go a little later today, but with someone’s (ahem, my husband’s) circadian rhythm jacked up because of daylight savings time, I was outside the doors of my local elementary school before the polls opened with a local reporter asking me how early I got up this morning. At least I got to go to the donut shop and get a couple pigs-in-a-blanket beforehand.
Normally, I try and fill out my ballot as fast as I can – I’m not an especially competitive person, but my husband and I manage to turn everything into a race and, of course, I like to beat him at all things mundane. This ballot was different. I paused momentarily before filling in the box for Barack Obama/Joe Biden and felt superb blackening that teeny little rectangle as well as I could.
I have that tingle of ever-present excitement like I used to as a kid on Christmas Eve – today we give ourselves the gift of a replacement of George W. Bush. And today I didn’t simply vote for the lesser of two evils. When’s the last time any of us ever did that?! We finally get to vote for a candidate that we think has the capacity to make the right decision the vast majority of the time. We don’t just hope he doesn’t screw it up – we hope he flies and takes us with him.
Tomorrow, sobriety will return with the memory that Barack is first and foremost a politician and he’s heading into The Perfect Storm for any president-elect.
But today, just today, I’ll let myself feel and enjoy an unbridled, almost intangible anticipation for the future. I’m finally going to have four years where’s it President My Guy.
We’re going to win. We’re going to heal and we’re going to progress. And I can’t wait!