I knew . . . I'd feel better when that other guy disappeared.
I knew . . . I'd be relieved with a violence-free transfer of power.
I knew . . . I'd be supremely satisfied to see Kamala Harris sworn in as Vice President.
I was absolutely not prepared, though, for the intensity of my emotions yesterday. My swell of pent-up patriotic joy at seeing all that red, white, and blue hanging so boldly on the Capitol building. My awe at the impact of all those little flags and beams of light on the Mall. My pride in watching Kamala Harris step into her place in history. My utter relief of seeing Joe Biden sworn in as our new president. Lady Gaga. Fire Captain Andrea Hall. THAT POEM!
I was a total puddle through it all. An absolute puddle.
It was more powerful than I could have predicted.
Way more emotional.
And absolutely cathartic!
It was a balm for my soul . . . that I hadn't even realized I needed.
I also didn't realize I needed to spend time with Tom Hanks on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial last night! I tend to avoid TV generally, and "cheesy" TV specifically. Yet there I was, Tom beside me, enjoying every freakin' minute! It was total release!
Who knew . . . I needed Katy Perry and all those fireworks???
But I did!
(And I slept all through the night last night, too.)
(Want to watch the highlights from yesterday again? This is a great highlight reel.)