I felt much more relief than celebration. A very “the danger is over” feeling.
When news reporter Van Jones broke down crying on election night, stating “character matters” … I lost it. I sobbed and heaved in gulps of air and thought, the whole country can breathe again.
My first reaction was “CAN YOU FEEL A BRAND NEW DAY!” Followed by profound anxiety, followed by slight relief (after the inauguration), and now something like PTSD.
My experience was slight relief with the overriding sense of impending and continuing dread. Then winter came and with it the worst of many things. Now a resolution of sorts, with a fleeting and delicate chance at renewal of purpose. No short memories allowed.
I felt cautious when I heard the election results, like I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. I felt worried that I’d be witness to some sort of unrest.
I felt momentary relief — knowing many people will not remain engaged. 2024 is just around the corner and we’ll be at it again. Imagine a Donald Trump / Josh Hawley ticket in 2024. Like Jaws 3 … this time it’s serious!
We had a spur of the moment dance party in the living room. First time I’ve willingly played Celebration and enjoyed every damn note of it.
I was thrilled, of course, and… I was anxious because I knew in my bones that violence would ensue at some point — and that ending that singular presidency would not be the end of what had been awakened and emboldened by him.
I felt massive relief, like I could exhale for the first time in 4 years without sobbing. Hearing that monster’s voice daily was deeply retraumatizing.
Pure relief. Like a weight lifted off my back.