Time Is Up
I woke up this morning, walked my dog, brewed coffee, bought the paper, and sat at my kitchen table, the way that I do every morning. Nothing seemed different. The stock market was down another 300 points. Unemployment continues to rise. And the economy continues to worsen. I didn’t feel changed.
And yet, Obama spoke of change like a Christmas gift that I’d find Wednesday morning with a big red bow in my living room. And it wasn’t there. Today the world isn’t any different then it was yesterday.
And it bothers me that so many people are so excited, and I am not. I voted for Obama, and yet I feel nothing. I showed more enthusiasm over the passing of a Los Angeles Prop that will synchronize the traffic lights then I did for Obama’s election win.
Maybe I’m being selfish. Maybe I should revel in the fact that Obama is the ultimate embodiment of the American dream. And that we as a nation which was rooted in slavery, can share in that dream because we elected a man that over a hundred years ago would have been bought and sold like a loaf of bread. Through him we have overcome the obstacles of our past and can chart a hopeful path to our future.
But still, I want more. I want to be in the happy idealist place that so many other Americans have found themselves. I want to feel as good as they do. But I don’t.
So I guess for the meantime, I’ll just have to rejoice in the fact that from this moment on, the Bush years are behind us. And America once again has a President that at least understands and can speak the English language.
And that is change I can embrace.
