For the first time since Tuesday, I’ve been able to exhale. I had no idea that I’d been holding my breath for that long, or that I had such amazing lung capacity!
This is not going to be a biting, satirical post about politics, the election, or how Donald Trump is a sore loser who doesn’t understand how counting works.
I’m just so relieved that the Trump Era is coming to an end, and that America might be headed in the right direction again.
These past five days have been extremely tense. I’ve stayed up late watching CNN and MSNBC for election results. Don’t worry, though, I kept my distance from Fox and Friends…I wanted facts, not fiction.
Once I went to bed, I kept reaching for my phone to check for updates. I’d wake up in the middle of the night and grab for the phone to seek out vote counts.
All day long, I’d anxiously await new results. When Trump claimed fraud and threatened lawsuits, my body tensed and my heart raced.
I just wanted it to be over, but I understood that it was going to take time to count all the votes in order to get the actual results.
Because this is America, and our election process is sacred. I wasn’t happy when Trump won in 2016, but I accepted the results as the choice of the people.
I have not been a fan of what my country has become under Trump. I was scared of the direction in which it was headed. In my mind, four more years of Trump meant absolute disaster, and a pandemic running unchecked.
I needed Joe Biden to win. I was joking with a friend about joining her in fleeing to Finland if he lost.
A friend in England messaged and asked me to explain how the Electoral College worked, and shared that even across the pond, people were hoping for a Biden victory.
There was just so much pressure.
I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t focus. Writing was absolutely out of the question.
I learned so much about the counties in states I’ve never visited. I got to hone my math skills as I quickly calculated percentages in my head. I grew to loathe the color red, especially when used on a map of the United States.
It was no way to live, but after four years of Trump, another week of severe anxiety, insomnia, and distracted thinking was no big deal.
After five restless days, waiting for an army of dedicated polls workers to count ballots, CNN announced that Joe Biden would be the 46th President of the United States!
And I finally let out the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding in since Election Day. My body relaxed. My heart rate slowed.
There was hope. And a smile. And confidence that America was back on the right path.
Congratulations, President Elect Biden. And congratulations, my fellow Americans!