Today, I wanted to record two things.

One is the feeling of absolute exhilaration I’ve been feeling on and off since Saturday. In my heart I can feel with vivid clarity that something special is about to take place, something beautiful and magical, and something that is going to change my life for the better, something that will enhance the lives of those around me.

Secondly, is that I had a checkpoint this past Friday. I may have explained what a checkpoint is, but if I haven’t, here you go: it’s a combination deja vu and extremely powerful feeling of positive premonition and destiny. Within a week or so or having them, some manifestation far beyond any abundance I could possibly have imagined comes along and blesses me as hard as it can.

I call them checkpoints because of the feeling I have when they happen. It’s as if God is saying, “You’re in the best possible place in the best possible path of any of the available ones for you to have chosen from.”

And I went through a little rough patch there for a week or so after bringing a great many positive things to me. So Thank God.

photo credit: Tigerlily 09

But I think I need to come here a bit more often and just… be able to share my experiences. So here’s a quick summary of what’s been going on.

Work

I’m entering a super-independence mode. Traffic and sales are picking back up. I’m seeing a lot more opportunities to loosen some associations I’ve been leaning on, not because the people I’ve been working with are bad (they’re not) but because I am finding that I don’t need them the way I’ve been letting myself believe.

In so many ways, despite the ups and downs of my health, I’ve been doing better on my own. Just afraid to make that leap. No longer!

Life

I’m single and enjoying it. I’d like to be with someone but there’s just no time at the moment. I’m in the mode of “making the time to make time”. In other words, I want to be able to have my business on track and able to auto-pilot at a profit, not just at a maintenance level before I proceed.

Health

I’ve had some serious ups and downs lately. As much as I can, I’m avoiding being too specific with anyone. At first it was because I didn’t want anyone to worry, nor did I want to speak the worst-case scenario into being.

But now it’s because I’m enjoying a darn near miraculous recovery, and to keep it that way, I use the time I would spend telling people about being sick, to make myself well. So if you ask me one-on-one and I’m vague, that’s why.

In other news, it may be time for me to start recording exactly what I’ve been up to in my manifestation routine, because it’s working like crazy. I haven’t decided if that would be a spin-off blog. Honestly I don’t think I write in THIS one enough for there too BE a spin-off.

At the moment, I have a pact with a friend to study the same material each day of the week, and to meditate for success. We don’t both always do it but when we do our daily income goes up about 500%! Consistently, and that’s in profits we generate together.

Apart, as long as I keep to my routine, I see streams of revenue from places I hadn’t even known about. Right now, I’m doing EFT, meditations for wealth, and reading my goals and affirmations upon awakening every day, and developing the habit of doing it in reverse order when I’m going to sleep. On the days when I’m not too much of a punk, I’m also doing daily energy circles.

They really work, I’m not sure why I am psychologically reversed about doing them. I want to, because it works, but I find some excuse not to, or forget. I’ll go do one now. See you again soon.

Did I say Proud? I think I meant “mixture of shame and horror that I could subconsciously still rank well even when I’m trying to temporarily hide this blog from the world in general except online friends”.

I’m sure I’ve mentioned *cough!*whined!*cough* about the issues I’d been having with my self image, and I tell you, several things have changed that lately.

First of all, I went on the Atkins diet for a minute and rapidly and permanently lost a significant amount of weight starting in November. I started working out a little bit more and my back started feeling better… it’s hard to get the right balance of activity when I’m recovering, so that I’m not doing so much that I strain myself, but not doing so little that I’m stiff.

But for some reason, on and off since November, I’ve been hitting that spot. I’ve had my bumps and bruises and I’m not 100% yet. But I’m really started to feel good, to look good, and most importantly, to FEEL like I look good.

I’ve been off Atkins for nearly three weeks and I’m STILL losing weight like I’m at the end of the first stage of the plan. Probably due to the amount of activity I’m engaged in each day.

The second thing that happened is that I have started going out a bit more. Now that I am not in the kind of shape where as soon as I get somewhere I need someone to help me to the car and go back home, I don’t feel like a burden to whoever’s taking me somewhere.

I can even travel within a week from any given day, being able to pretty fairly predict from the way my body feels today, how I’ll be in a week. Big news since it used to vary so wildly from day to day for about two and a half years that I couldn’t plan trips, and had to order wheelchair service just in case, whenever I fly.

I’ve walked about half a mile on my own and not had problems. I have to go slowly, and rest half way, but I’m really doing a lot better than I hoped, a lot sooner than I hoped.

Anyway, on these outings, what do you know, I see people who know me, who saw me at my youngest sister’s wedding who are like, Oh My Goodness, Tinu, you’re disappearing.

And I know you ladies feel me — it’s one thing to realize that none of your fat clothes, then your regular sized clothes don’t fit because they’re all too big for you.

It’s quite another when someone else notices it so much that they do a double take and beg you for your secret.

Thing number three I’ll talk more about in another post. But I finally broke down and got a Brazilian training corset thingee to help my back, figuring the support would help, and as a plus, I can get my waist cinched.

It’s been working so well that I’ve already gone down one more size – I just got the thing last week. I lost so many inches that jeans I couldn’t pull up over my hips last week now fit me comfortably even without the corset on.

It ain’t no joke. I’ll do a found gems post about it.

Thing number four you partly know about already: male attention. Specifically from one male, but from the men in general.

Now the significance of the specific male is that he knew me at what I used to consider the peak of my beauty. Knew me in college, in various states of undress, know what I’m saying?

So he and I reconnecting and him thinking of me as just as beautiful as I was then, if not more-so, is of note above and beyond whatever this thing is that’s happening between us now. The reason being that mentally, I used to compare myself to that me in my head, thinking I’m not as pretty as I once was.

Now, I’m not only back to realizing that I’m just a different type of beauty again, I’m having moments where I feel like my present image beats the one I had before. A lot of this is due to the way the aforementioned gentleman relates to me now. To the point that if that’s the only reason he’s back in my life, it’s plenty enough for me.

I feel like I’m myself again. I definitely still have some work to do before I feel superlative, but I no longer want to hide when someone knocks on the door. Sometimes I even want to rush to see who it is so I can show off today’s look.

HUGE change for me.

Thoughts on the pictures are welcomed.

So let me tell you how this thing went down, and, later, who this guy is to my heart and things.

In college, I knew this guy. I won’t go into too many details because I don’t want those of you who knew me in college to give the man the third degree, because really this is just starting back up. It hasn’t even been a week since we’ve become reacquainted.

Of course, from the first day we saw each other again after about 17 years, we’ve been together four out of the six days since then under extremely inconvenient circumstances.

But.

I’m really looking at this with both feet on the ground, hard as it is. If you ask my heart, that’s another story. Still, he makes me feel as if I don’t have to rush, as if I have a secure enough place to take my time.

Okay, so let’s get in the way back machine.

When I met this guy, I was in the second semester of my freshman year. I’d just started to find my people on campus. I started to frequent the school nightclub and it’s been so long I’m not sure if that’s where we met, or if we just ended up there. Anyway, we had the same circle of friends and hung out together, and somehow, I can’t quite remember how, we ended up pairing off.

I remember really digging him, great conversations, warm hugs, romantic and sensual sparks/events. It wasn’t quite long enough for us to be in a relationship though.

Just when we were getting to know each other better, something happened to him – a project he was on brought him fame and fortune. There came a choice between that, and finishing school. And the smart thing to do was to chase that dream and finish your degree later.

We lost touch over the years. I thought about him on occasion and would get word that he was doing well. What I didn’t know is that he was really getting successful at what he was doing, traveling the world, meeting people I see on TV, hear on the radio, and read about in tabloids.

Now, I’ve never been one to be star-struck or to think that knowing/being with famous people makes you better than other people. I’ve known and met famous people and I only ever got geeked over literary icons. Because 1- I’m a nerd, and 2- some people regard me as famous in my tiny part of the internet, so I know how it feels to be on the receiving end of it.

However, in the field he is in, the people he worked with represented dream opportunities, they’re all names you would recognize, and I’m proud of the work he’s done, so I’m mentioning it here. It’s also relevant to the story.

To continue, this is how we got back in touch.

You ready?

FREAKING FACEBOOK!

I know, right? Crazy.

He was in touch with a friend of mine who I was recently back in touch with and she told him I was on Facebook. He contacted me in January. I bantered back and forth with him a bit, then he said he wanted to talk to me. I, asshole that I am, didn’t call him back for five days. I really wanted to let Valentine’s Day pass before I spoke to any male on the planet. Ha.

But I spoke to him shortly before Valentine’s day. And every day since then. During one of our discussions, we discovered that I had something rare he wanted to borrow. I’m barely 45 minutes from him without traffic, so we’d made arrangements to meet last week on Thursday.

We ended up seeing each other on Wednesday instead, then on Thursday as planned. Then almost every day since then, we’ve been together. He’s going through some drama, some unbelievable messed up crap that would make my hair fall out, but he’s driving nearly hour out of his way almost every day to come and see me.

So that covers the back story. I’ll talk about all the other stuff next.

Because I had this idea in my head that love ends. For the longest time, I built my business as a distraction from heartache. Somehow it became my built-in barrier to falling in love. And of course it doesn’t have to be, because I can technically work anywhere.

Then one day, my heart broken particularly harshly, with someone I was passionately close to, whose growth as an artist I groomed, went to visit a lover I didn’t know about on our company money, and fell in love with her.

On a weekend when I was really sick, immobile in bed sick. And yeah, then he stole a bunch of my stuff from the place we were staying in together. While I helplessly watched.

Clllllllllassy. I sure can pick ‘em, right?

But that’s the thing. I can pick ‘em.

This guy wasn’t all bad, in fact, he wasn’t bad most of the relationship – it was almost like he curdled, like spoiled milk. And this is why, even though I yearn to love, I’m also AFRAID to love. It’s not the heartache and pain that’s possible when you risk it all.

It’s that I never want it to end in flat-out Betrayal again. Because of some of the things that happened during my youth, I have a huge problem with someone betraying me. I don’t mind so much losing a man to someone else. I do mind when someone can’t wait to break up with me before they go off and sleep with that someone else.

And all of that amounts to why I’m afraid to love – I’m not afraid of the possible pain in general, which I always assumed. I’m afraid of the possibility of Betrayal.

Isn’t that crazy?

It’s crazy in the most beautiful way though. I understand myself so much better now. I know why I prefer to be friends with a guy first – I believe if you’re good enough friends with a person, they won’t hurt you the same way someone who only knows you as a lover will.

It’s why I have, on and off, chosen unavailable men. Not just to enjoy the yearning, not just because it meant I could be in love but not have to DO anything about it.

But because I was afraid to be able to do something about it and then be stabbed in the back.

Now that I realize this about myself, consciously, I can accept it, and so quickly it’s shocking to me, overcome it. I’m absolutely feeling fully ready to love someone who can be with me, here, right now.

I’m absolutely ready to risk the fact that it may start out lovely and then not work out. I can even risk that I could be betrayed. I wouldn’t like it. But first of all, what are the odds that it would happen again to who I am today, versus who I was then? I wasn’t as honest with myself then as I am now, and I certainly didn’t push myself to live as fully.

Even more importantly, I’m ready to accept that it might start out perfectly lovely, and stay that way. I’m willing to accept that it’s likely, even probable, that while we’ll have our ups and downs like any couple, we’ll be happy in love too.

I’m accepting of this to the point that I believe that my belief is drawing this person ever closer to me. Not my belief alone of course, I’m big on action when the time is appropriate –in fact I told a friend of mine what the perfect man looks like to me, and had him start working on finding this gentleman out.

As of right now, today, I’m making the space for this love that will come into my life to breathe and flourish. I’m open and accepting of whatever direction it may come from, however, I’m also watching that I’m not settling for less than what I want out of the desire to get this love moving towards marriage.

I believe in this love and that it’s already coming towards me, as I move forward to embrace it.

What do YOU believe?

What do you accept into your life today?

Right here, now today, I know it. I’m gonna tell you in a minute. Let me tell you the back story first.

I stumbled upon how I could make $24,000 in about two days. I thought it was the secret to making $2500 in about two days when I ventured to do it — I really wasn’t expecting to be so successful. This wasn’t something I discovered alone. When I partnered up with a certain friend of mine, our combined energy created this.

And if that wasn’t enough, the following weekend, we created it again. This was about two years ago.

Now, you’d think that since I figured out this secret, all I have to do is

1- Do it again, and,

2- Do it every week.

But I’ve been afraid.

You see, shortly after this monumentous thing happened to me, when I figured out how to make a lot of money in a short amount of time, it was all taken from me. To put it simply, there was a middle man collecting the money. To add insult to injury, other money this middle man was holding for me, I didn’t get either.

And this middle man decided I couldn’t have my money. Until recently, I didn’t get any of it. Even now, I only get a little taste here and a little taste here. The details of why, and what I eventually decided to do about this to fight back don’t matter here today. The fact is that I figured out how to never have that problem again.

Which begs the question why?

Why in the name of all good things don’t I just do the same thing that I did again? What’s the big deal already?

I’ll tell you why.

It’s because I’m afraid. Specifically, I’m afraid of that feeling, that awful feeling that comes from having something you worked hard and honestly for ripped from you.

That honesty part is very important. Because the lure of easy money, of getting money the wrong way but also getting hurt in the process is very real and present.

I’ve been offered the opportunity to do things very shady to things that are technically legal, but morally wrong. Literally millions of dollars had been offered to me to take the easy way out, but I’ve always declined on ethical grounds.

I wanted to make money the right way, and waiting to do just that really made me feel smart when I finally made money the way you’re supposed to, through hard work and the value exchange.

And having it taken away made me feel like the world just has it in for small business owners online. I got into my head that “they say” we’re only allowed to make so much money before we’re smacked back down into our “place.” Coming to my realization helps me see how this just isn’t true.

The feeling of realizing that someone’s not just taking everything your whole life had been building towards, but also eliminating the positive cash flow your business had finally attained ate me alive, to the point that I fell physically ill, the complications of which I am still recovering from.

And the feeling was so much more devastating in contrast to the feeling, only 24 hours prior, of having generated so much wealth in so little time, based on the fact that I partnered up with someone who complimented me perfectly as a short-term business partner.

Now, having realized that consciously (instead of subconsciously, where I’m sure it lurked for years). I am filled with a sense of bliss. A sense of complete power over my own destiny. I can’t describe it to you. I only know this.

My pledge is: I am going to take a risk that big again. I’m going to do an even bigger project, with even more exposure, and even more partners. And I will succeed.

The reason I know it is that my failure wasn’t a true failure, it was a learning experience. No matter how it shakes up in any other view, I did make that money. No one can ever take that away from me. Because I know now that even if I were to fail,

1- I know how to survive it, and
2- I know how to keep my business from going bankrupt because of it.

Of course, this time, if the middle man doesn’t give me my hard-earned cash, I’ll just have all my customers ask for a refund, immediately, instead of trying to run a world class project on a shoestring budget.

There’s something else I was afraid of, too, that I’m taking the pledge not to be afraid of anymore, starting today. I’ll write about that soon.

What are YOU afraid of?

And what are you gonna DO about it??

Lagos, Ikoyi Bay

I want to go home. Back to the Yoruba land where my family is from, where my ancestors are from. Back to where my pain is from. Back to where my so-called exotic roots were born.

Several times here I’ve mentioned the childhood sexual abuse in my past. I’ve found it very freeing to be able to talk about the fact that it happened, to not be the one who feels like I should be ashamed anymore. That shame was almost worse than the pain itself and the emotional after affects.

Some people don’t see what a big deal it is. And that’s okay with me, as long as they aren’t advocating that it happen to people, especially children. I’ve had male friends and lovers call me impure, or tainted, or damaged because of what happened to me, particularly after learning the horrifying extent.

The extent… the first three months after my family temporarily moved to West Africa, there was an incident almost every day. I was 9. I can’t remember most of what happened to me before I was 9 years old without some drama. In some cases there are years blocked out.

And so, I haven’t been back to Nigeria since 1984. I was born here, there seemed to be mostly pain there, so even for my only female cousin’s wedding, who is practically like a sister to me, I could not go back.

But now that time has passed, now that I have spent more than 20 years processing and healing, even though I still have night terrors, I want to go back. The earth calls to me, the sky writes my name.

There’s an opportunity for me to visit in January. I’m seriously considering staying there a year, because even if the economy is bad here, in Nigeria I could live off $500 – $1000 a month quite comfortably, and put all of the rest of what I make each month away. My sister will be there with her husband, who is like a brother to me, and their two kids. My mother will be there. And I’ll see my grandmother again before she passes on.

I would like to see home again. Though I consider myself an American, and was born and mostly raised here, I was brought up in the culture of our homeland. I’m a little afraid to go, to be a foreigner, essentially, who knows the national language of English, but isn’t fluent in the local language.

Still. I’m hoping…

After the election I ended up downloading all the pictures of headlines around the world proclaiming his victory from Newseum.com where there is now a video of their collection. I wanted one of my own that could be embedded, so there that is.

For a less celebratory version you can go see Newseum’s video, and here’s a direct link to the Obama post-election day collection, if there was one you liked in particular. They’re in alphabetical order by state, so if the panning makes you miss a title, just wait until you see a subsequent one and you can back track from there.

I didn’t include every paper from every paper in my montage because there were too many, but there’s at least one from every state in the union.

If you’re a fellow obamaniac and just want to know why I voted for him, read my Yes, We Did, and What That Means to Me post.

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When you have severe weight fluctuations due to an on-going illness, it’s hard to see yourself for the way you truly look. One day you look in the mirror and the person you see is the reflection you remember. Then a few weeks of immobility later, you look again and the sight brings you to tears.

I made a post earlier about not being the real me. And a friend gave me perspective tonight on that.

A sexy friend.

No, not Flame. (Told you I have back up plans. Ha!)

I put up a profile picture of how I look when I’m not sick. And this friend we’re talking about, let’s call him VolksWagen, reacted.

Like seriously on some I could leave my woman behind that.

This is a very respected friend online who is a fine black man of the dateable persuasion, who in all the years we’ve know each other has never, EVER hit on me nor has he approached me in any way based on my looks.

Most of the guys I’ve worked with have made a pass at me at some time or another, on more than one occasion, so you understand the context – I’m not saying I’m Ms America, just that I’m used to guys, especially in my business, making constant passes at me.

And so intelligent, I mean this is a man of… mmm mmm mmm.

You know how intelligence turns me on even more than good looks. For me, half the compliment is about who it comes from, you know?

Tonight, this guy? Had never known him outside a professional context until today. And he gave me all kinds of love for this picture.

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Now here’s the curious thing. He said it wasn’t just that I was more physically attractive in that picture. Rather, it was also because of my energy. And I realized, I haven’t consistently had that level of happy, the-world-is-mine pep in my veins since 1993, when I first got sick.

I also realized, I am currently the closest I have been since becoming sick, to looking like the woman in that picture, that ME. I will be *smaller* than that goal weight, at this pace, come February.

So I’ve decided that to take it the rest of the way, with the big check I’m planning on getting in January, after tying up loose ends with my business and pre-ordering a years worth of ads, I’m gonna have a full makeover.

February 2nd is what I’m shooting for, that’s a Monday. I’m planning to have it right after a spa weekend.

I’m getting:

In other words, I’m about to get fly.

Flyer than fly.

And on my way there, I’m adding a weight lifting cycle to my fitness program, so I can be a little firmer. Today, right now, (okay 2 weeks ago) begins my Outer Beauty matches Inner Beauty Program.

See you on the other side.

Barack Obama IS a Super Hero. But only to the extent that we do our part, too.

I like to start a zillion things to study topics like how to make something go viral. And I thought you might want to take a gander at my Obama blog. I make several updates about five days a week.

The idea about is is to keep a watchful eye (how do you keep an UNwatchful eye?) on what is happening with the Obama camp in the mood and hold Obama and crew accountable by checking up on which promises they were able to keep, which were totally forgotten, which went exactly by the plan on his site, and which were blatantly abandoned for one reason or another. I also post pics there and have a laugh as often as possible.

I figure if he has a decent score card in four years, we re-elect him.

Tinu in Soul and Memory painting - Click for larger image.

That is the picture in question from the last post. I wrote three poems about this, because I was amazed that someone could create a likeness of me so accurately without having seen me before. Perhaps they can go up tomorrow – right now I have to sleep.

I even have a blouse like the one depicted. I wish I had the painting, if I ever catch up with this friend of mine again, I’m planning to take him up on his offer to send it to me.

It’s curious though, that you guys used to comment so much more. If there’s a particular reason why not, please let me know, below. Anonymously if you like.

my dearest lover,

i love you with all my heart
even as i know how foolish that is

i cannot help what i feel within
i hate myself for needing you

sometimes
but that is the truth
your touch penetrates my mind and my skin

if only you would not destroy the beauty you find
if only you could not see it as a threat that i have a mind

and yet i love so much the part of you i contribute to
and i love so much the part of me that is in you
and i pay with my life in choosing to stay

despite the fact that your heart constantly strays.
one day you love me, the next you don’t
leaving me nearly barren of hope
then i look back to your beginning and check your foundation
i’m so convinced you could one day reach your intended destination.

i believe in you

despite when you hit me and bloody my face
despite the way you treat me with such disgrace

and everyone thinks i’m crazy for remaining
maybe they are right

though they never ask me why i’m maintaining
though i appear to be losing this fight

still i pledge my heart to the potential of you
though you often make me cry with the things that you do
but i can see that the best of you is as good/ as the rest of you is bad

you make my heart sing when i see what you’ve brought together here
but it hurts me that you would kill what can make you stronger my dear
oh the times you touch my heart so deeply

i treasure how you can often inspire unity
i remember the promises of joy you made to me

and sometimes i’m sure i’ll see them become reality
then you told cold and reject the adoration i give
and beat me so badly i’m lucky i live
your hold on me is confounding
the unfairness of your treatment makes me feel like i’m drowning
but i know that one day you’ll love me- it’s inevitable

i am part of you, we must be together.
i can remember when you made those lovely promises to me
when you said you’d help me get an education, a job, even scholarship money
i remember the sixties and seventies, lover
we finally started getting to know each other
when we started to be like sweethearts
i accepted your politics
you respected my art

then we had that awful fight/ which seemed to last 30 years
all i did was speak the truth to you/ and reveal my deepest fears
now the only constant remnant of that time is my tears

i would leave you forever
but every now and then
i see of the glimpse of the one who made
that honorable pledge
to return to me everything you’d taken away
and i think maybe we’ll see eye to eye one day
other times you say if i left i’d be a nothing, and lonely
but then why did you force me into this unholy matrimony?

you can’t hate me as much as you say
though when i threaten to be on my way
you say you don’t care
offer to help me pack my bags and pay my airfare

so mostly
i suppose

i stay out of defiance to you
i stay to show you that no matter how many times you knock me down, i’ll still get back up
i stay because i earned the right to be here
i stay because this house is mine too
i stay because if anyone should leave, it should be you
i stay for the children

so, amerika
you might not love me
but i love you
or at least what you’re supposed to be
and
one day
somehow
you’ll keep your word to me…

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The Line When We Went to Vote on Happy Obama Day!

I’m sitting here deciding whether to take my Zanaflex. I only have five left. I can’t afford to see the doctor until at least next week, so since I’m out of refills, I can take one now that I’m in moderate pain, and be able to sleep quickly, though probably only for three hours.

Or I can save it and take it with my last Celebrex, another not cheap medicine that I must take, right now. If I don’t, I can’t keep writing this, because I’ll have to lie down to get long term relief.

This is the cycle of my life, deciding whether or not to take the medication I need to be on until I can get the (also expensive) treatment that actually relieves my pain for days at a time. I don’t have health insurance. Not because I’m broke, but because, I have what they call a “pre-existing condition”.

I’m not covered for my old problems under new health insurance. Neat trick isn’t it? I’m not allowed to pay for something that was created to help me. Lull yourself to sleep with that one for a week.

On the other hand, don’t feel too bad for me. Though I am retired it was from a relatively good business. And it’s in an area I can lean on to launch me into my future. But let me ask you this – if you ever got to the point where you were making $10k or 20k a month, wouldn’t you like to spend, maybe $3k of it on yourself and your bills outside of health care.

The times that I have been that blessed, I’ve had to ramp up my physical therapy visits to be able to be healthy enough to continue to work or spend most of it on medication just to be able to work. And since this is rarely in a stable situation, if I get sick anyway, that’s even more money. Which then slows down my work. Which usually means at the end of the project I’m worn out and have to take weeks, if not months, off.

So why am I telling you about my health issues.

Because when I was standing in that line in the picture at the top of the page…

As much as pain was coursing through every limb of my body and my lower back felt like it was on fire….

Despite the fact that it would be another fifteen minutes before we could aspire to be as close to the building as those dots you may recognize as people….

I felt not just hope, but faith.

I knew, I KNEW that if the man I was going cast my ballot for got elected, his plan was to provide health care, and make the “pre-existing condition” policy illegal. I’ve been to Barack Obama’s site and I have a blog there. I’ve read his plan, but last night I read it again.

And I was moved.

To tears.

By a health plan.

That’s why I voted for him. Because his doable, realistic plans and goals for America may bring this country together. It might just make it so that the climate that created the need to bar pre-existing conditions from coverage doesn’t exist.

This pill is kicking in, so just some quick thank yous.

I want to thank all my Republican friends who are humbly accepting the concession of their party leader with such grace, and are ready to at least wait and see if the Democratic party is as serious as President Obama has shown that he is.

I want to thank all my Democratc firiends for being kind to people who were aligned with the party that lost.

And thank you all US citizens, whatever your political affiliation, for voting.

And thank you friends around the world for your calls, emails and tweets of congrats.

Happy Obama day!