I woke up about 5:30 am this morning thinking I would get some things done while it was still quiet. An article or two have been on my mind lately and I wanted to get a few more resumes submitted today.
Turning on the television to watch the “pre” Inaugural events, which was not on my morning “To Do” list.
I like the silence early in the morning, no television, no dog, no significant other asking me questions or wanting to chat (I do love him dearly!).
An hour and a half later, resumes have been sent and an article started. My mind began to think about what is about to start in our countries Capitol today. Like it or not, we are getting a new President. Curiousity got to me and on goes the local news.
There she was on her husband’s arm.
The first thing I saw when the television came on was Hillary Clinton on the arm of her husband, former President Bill Clinton. President Clinton was doing a pretty good job of mustering up a smile. Hillary, not so much.
Only she knows exactly what was going through her mind, we can only predict. The News Reporters were doing just that. Not a smile even attempting to appear. I can’t say I would be able to force one myself.
To be honest, I sat there not really able to pinpoint how I feel at this point. This week, I have avoided watching reports on today’s event. I have some pretty strong feelings about our soon to be President. I am not exactly pleased with our nation’s decision, I will leave it at that for now. Political Journalism is not my niche, nor do I want it to be. My opinions can be read in my article, A New Chapter: Personal, Professional And The President.
“It is what It is,” as they say. We can only move forward from here.
The Vice-President Elect makes his way out to his designated spot. The cameras are panning the crowd. There’s Hillary and then President Obama. I am thinking as I am typing “President Obama” that is probably the last time I will do so without the word “former” preceding.
Now, our President Elect makes his way out. As I look at the television, many thoughts and feelings come to mind.
I wonder what is ahead for us as a country.
There was a chill that went through me as the camera zoomed in on President Obama.
There is a respect for the nostalgia, the history of all the Presidents of the past.
A sadness for Secretary Clinton.
A sense of struggle to find faith and confidence our President-Elect (for a few more minutes) will lead our Country for ALL THE PEOPLE.
We now have a new President, my friends.
At this moment, I feel a bit sad.
As I go back to my morning “To Do’s” with the ceremony in the background, I am hoping the best for us all. I hope we can all work together as one. If there is a cause you feel strongly about, find your platform and use it in a positive manner. Respect everyone’s right for their own opinions and be kind to one another.
Teresa Branam-Wilgus was born and raised in Bloomington, IN, she feels fortunate to have had the chance to experience different cultures, living in cities such as Austin, TX, Nashville, TN and Columbia, SC. She moved to the Greater Seattle area in 2002 where she now resides. Teresa celebrated her 50th birthday in December of 2015 and embraces it whole heartedly. She is the mom of three boys and seeing the outstanding young men they have become is the accomplishment that brings her the most joy and she is the most proud of in life. In her spare time she likes to get outside and take advantage of the beautiful Pacific Northwest summers and experiencing new adventures with her boyfriend of 5 1/2 years. The only work Teresa has had published, is a poem published in Creativity Magazine when she was in the 8th grade. She always enjoyed writing, however it wasn’t until she was encouraged by a professor and a few friends that she realized writing just might be the “Gift” God gave her. Her ultimate goal is to have a book published based on personal experiences in her life and hopes it is not only entertaining and engaging, but might also help some reader, somewhere, somehow.