Sharing Shaka

Our apartment building has two elevators. Each one has a small plastic frame that holds random and sometimes seasonal pictures or notices. For the 4th of July we have fireworks. When there's a building meeting, there's a note about it. Yesterday and today we have this picture:


And I am just totally LOVING it.

I walked into the elevator just a bit ago so very tired and with my arms full of Costco purchases and I giggled when I saw this. I love our president! He has got to be just the coolest guy around!

Yesterday was Inauguration Day. Bryan and I started it very early - 6:30 Hawaii time. I curled up on the couch and watched the swearing in of President Barack Hussein Obama, slowly waking up and filled with immense happiness. I am just in awe of the emotion I have towards a politician, and towards the rest of the country. So many people are sharing the same happy feelings. I am touched, hopeful and feel changed for the better.

I danced around with this happiness for much of the day until my recent funk started to take over. I don't know exactly what's bugging me lately but I am in a true funk. By the end of the day I was grumpy and stressed. I felt sort of helpless and down-trodden.

And I also felt guilty.

Because here we are as a country with so much to celebrate and so much to be thankful for. And there I am wallowing in my own silly sorrows.

I think I'm going to let myself be sorrowful a bit.

But I'm going to take a few rides in the elevator just to keep it all in perspective.

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For those that don't know... the picture is of President Obama throwing shaka to the Punahou band during the Inauguration parade. Obama went to Punahou when he lived here in Hawaii (right across the street from where we live, actually).