I imagine that running for President and then actually learning you are going to be POTUS has got to be akin to writing a novel. At first, you are woozy with all the possibilities. “I could create something amazing!” Then, you realize that despite your best efforts, not everything you wanted to put on the page is as easy as it first seemed.
With that knowledge, you spend a lot of time in your head, making lists, listening to voices, remembering important tidbits that you have heard here and there. Then there are those crazy moments when you find yourself talking aloud, to yourself, while standing in front of the refrigerator, open jar of pickles in your hand. “That Fareed Zakaria, now he would make an interesting Secretary of State. So smart!”
As I think about my next chapter, I am so very grateful that America is writing a new one as well. I am grateful for the millions of people who participated in this election, regardless of the candidate they chose. I am grateful for John McCain and his gracious speech. I am grateful for Barack Obama, a man who would desire, even relish the task of being President in such a crazy time in America and the world. May he write an astoundingly wise and courageous chapter in this book of American life.
p.s. My word count is 7607