Thanks for not fucking up.
I mean, I mostly had faith it you. But, in my darkest hours, I had some doubts. Can you blame me? While I was convinced that the majority of you saw what I saw, in the back of my head there was a concerned voice.
I think it was Al Gore’s.
I stayed up until 2 AM watching it all. I was probably as excited and as moved as any non-American could be.
I tried to soak in every moment of it. I also tried to pay attention to others soaking it in. When political pundits are on the verge of tears, you know that something special is happening.
Now that the hard-work is set to begin, I find myself less worried than I expected. While I know that governing is much different than campaigning, being able to survive numerous harsh attacks while continuing on with the same class and focus is a good starting spot for any leader.
The whole thing, and a lack of sleep, has me in a weird head space. And I know that there is an articulate way to express it. I just can’t find it. If forced, I would say…
“Possibility” feels more tangible today.
If a dude whose middle name is “Hussein” can become President, I think each of us has a shot at accomplishing some stuff. You know? No matter what it is.
I’ve never lacked the belief that I could do stuff. Trust me.
But today feels like a day for dreaming bigger.
I guess that’s hope, eh?
It’s like a hug for your imagination and confidence.
I like it.