Yes, we do.
Or I do, anyway.
Try as I might, I cannot seem to find words sufficient to describe how I felt yesterday, as President Obama (clumsily) took the oath and became the 44 th president of our country. I've come to realize something about myself: that I am much more adept at describing my own negative emotional states than I am at relating more pleasant--optimistic, hopeful, content--affective states. I'll save the deep analytical work for my therapist, but let it be known that one of my resolutions for the New Year is to find a way to write and talk about my happy feelings without feeling or sounding like Joel Osteen.
My favorite synopsis of the day's events and emotions came from my 3 year-old, when asked to tell Mommy (for the 500th time since November 4th) who the President of our country is:
Me: "President Obama."
S: "We had computers at school to watch Obama."
M: "You did? Did the kids get to watch, or just the teachers?"
S: "Kids got to watch, but some kids didn't want to so they drawed [sic] instead."
M: "Did you watch or draw?"