For some reason the blue of the sky seemed bluer today. The yellow and orange of the changing leaves against the backdrop of the sky seemed more vibrant. A weight was lifted. It was as if gravity itself was lighter. The sigh of 75 million voters (the most that have ever voted for a single candidate in the history of America) was like a fresh breeze on my face. I turned my face to the warmth of the sun and God smiled on me. I smiled back. I ate lunch at my favorite pizza restaurant with my family, listening to my kids banter as I danced in my seat to 1980’s Bon Jovi.

Today was a really good day.

American flags on front porches, bowed and flipped in the breeze as I drove by, my hand hanging out the window, rising and falling against the wind. They seemed to have come alive, too. Whipped up into a cheer. Praise God, the nightmare is ending!! Let the bad relationship detox begin!! Dye your hair, cut your bangs, buy the skinny jeans, wear the extra chunky gaudy necklace, pull out that 1990’s mix tape and jam out, because this is it. We are kicking him to the curb. We are changing the locks. We are singing Gloria Gaynor’s, I Will Survive:

Go on now, go, walk out the door
Just turn around now
‘Cause you’re not welcome anymore
Weren’t you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye?
You think I’d crumble?
You think I’d lay down and die?Oh no, not I, I will survive
Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I’ll stay alive

Bye Felicia.

I pulled out my Biden/Harris coffee cup that I got for donating to the campaign and had the most delicious cup of black tea today. I refused to use the cup until the winner was announced for fear that I would jinx the results.

Over the last 4 years, there were moments of absolute great despair, I wondered how God loving people could ever support such a horrible human being. I tossed and turned, I lost sleep, l lost friends, I said more curse words than I care to admit, and if I were honest and truthfully donated to our family swear jar, I would have been able to send my kids to college quite easily. I wrote blogs galore for my friends at the Shinbone Star. I started a very strange side hustle of creating and selling creepy dolls that are inspired by my angst. I protested. I met amazing people along the way. I hid. I cried. I despaired. I prayed. A lot. I felt the spirit within me not only stir, but rage. I felt as if I were in the battle of the ages for the very soul of our great country. The most wonderful part, though, is that I never felt alone. I felt overwhelmed and maybe outnumbered, but never alone. My God, my faith, my friends, my righteous indignation kept me company.

Look at what can happen when we all come together to fight for the common good. Miracles can happen. Tyranny ends. People are free. The American dream lives again.

Today was a really good day. I plan to finish this glass of wine (Oh did I mention the delicious glass of red wine beside me?), I plan to finish this blog. I will tuck my children into bed, I will read them passages from the Hobbit, then crawl into bed with my lovely like-minded husband and sleep the sleep of someone completely secure and free. I imagine that tonight will be the best sleep I have had in many years. Too many years. Rest well, friends from the US and all over the world. Freedom reigns tonight.

Celebrate. Enjoy the victory. Rest up and be ready because the battle never really ends.