I can't remember a time in my life that the swearing in of a president has been marked on my calendar. I can't remember ever before feeling a bit giddy with anticipation to witness the ceremony. I'm not even sure, in any given year, if I could have told you the significance of the date -- January 20.
I've arranged the events of my week with this celebration in mind -- the day Barack Obama becomes President of the United States of America -- and I'm a little surprised when I see that not everyone has. School is in session. People are going to work. We actually took our car in for an oil change this morning.
I've been reading Obama's book, The Audacity of Hope. I know, I'm a little slow. When I picked it up two years ago, I just wasn't in the place to process it.
Among friends who have known me for a while, I know I don't have a reputation for being particularly politically minded. I do tend to be rather community, minded, however. And for the first time I am really feeling that maybe the two are not so far apart.
I am hopeful.
I am inspired.
Cheryl linked to this poem on NPR yesterday, and I'm linking to it today for those of you who didn't see it there.
U Being U, Mr. President Elect
I think it sums up my feelings on the subject nicely.