"Clinching"

Today Obama has "clinched" the appropriate amount of delegates to secure his nomination as the Democratic nominee. He will not be officially named until convention, but now he has clinched it. That feeling of security I wanted isn't quite coming to me today. It's been a strange whirlwind of emotions. Okay, Obama is in, now what? Now we go against an entire party, or should I say parties. We all know that Ralph Nader is going to put up a hell of a fight, HA! I guess this is where the big guns come out. I feel a little emotionally involved in Obama's campaign. When I read negative articles, and hear inappropriate comments, I feel offended. I feel like someone is harassing me. What is the worst, is that I feel like I can't do anything about it, because ultimately it is not me being affected. I just know that there are rough waters ahead. But I'm ready for them. It's unfortunate that I am not still at Chapman, I would love to have seen the students getting involved. oh well, woe is me, life as a graduate.

So now, I guess you could say I'm "clinching" my life. I have the power to make my decisions and to act on them. But I guess the importance of my actions and the determination of them will be decided later on. Very interesting to have something in the palm of your hand, but therein lies a point of instability as well. I find it very amusing that I can be totally serious and tell myself something and make a decision. And then moments later retract it. I need to learn to be a more loyal person to myself.

So this has definitely turned into a diary entry, which is not what I wanted it to be. I wanted to express my emotions of excitement for Obama's semi-victory (since Hill-dog won't concede, betttch). But it's a very mixed basket of emotion. There's a long journey ahead still, but I can't even begin to believe how I've done something to play part in this small slice of history. I really can't wait to tell my children one day that I helped make it possible. That I helped register new voters in Philadelphia, knocked on doors before the California primary, got people to vote at Chapman. It's silly, but I want to make sure I keep all my t-shirts for my kids. Look at me, thinking so far ahead. and about children. I must be drunk right now. No, I'm not really.

Hopefully I will have something a tad more profound to write about next time.

-V