I always have something to say. Hell, I write what I don't say, and you all see how much I write. But today, January 20, 2009, I have been very quiet. Had it been any other day, I would have simply chalked it up to hitting a bit of a bad patch, emotionally – par for the course when you have bipolar. But today, on this momentous day, I was grateful that I was in a bad patch. Bad patches make me quiet and introspective. Observant and emotional.
It couldn't have come on a better day.
As President-Elect Barack Obama became President of the United States Barack Obama, I was quiet. Still. Not talking, not typing or Twittering, not on the phone or doing anything but watching. Listening. In quiet awe. Wonderment. Relief.
I could wax poetic and political here, but you can find plenty of that all over the internet. What I want to say is Thank You, President Obama. You haven't spent your first day in the Oval Office yet, or signed your name to any official documents or made any historic decisions yet, but you will. Tomorrow you begin your new job. But you've already done so much.
As I sat in silence, I couldn't help but think beyond the darkness in my own head to a bright light on the horizon. That "Yes We Can" became "Yes We Did" and now it begins. A new day in Washington, a new day for the country and the world. It won't be easy, it won't be pretty at times, and it will take blood, sweat and tears to make the changes this world so desperately needs. But this man, this Barack Obama. This man makes me quietly, deeply, emotionally believe.