It could be described as hope, perhaps. Or optimism. I hadn't felt that way in a long time.
The results of the election on Tuesday made me very, very happy. To be at the Democratic returns party when CNN called the election for Obama/Biden was unreal. Balloons were dropping. People were crying and shouting and cheering and pumping their fists in the air. And cramming cheese in their faces.
(Oh wait, that last one was just me. I was friggin' hungry. Whatever, a black guy was going to get to be president someday anyway. The pepper jack cheese wasn't waiting!)
But I guess I didn't know that the stress of not knowing was actually having an effect on me. Its no secret that I've been feeling down recently and things aren't really all that great still, but Wednesday morning, I actually felt good. Optimistic. Hopeful. Cheerful even.
We won at the national level, but also won big on the local level. I feel like now, I can actually start doing stuff, both at work and at home, that will really make a difference. Because there are people taking office that want me to make a difference. It feels good. I hope I can keep up these hopeful feeling - at least until it starts getting light again and I can start photosynthesizing hope and optimism.