Revelations: Here's to the next four years
The election season is over.
I'm sure you can all join me in saying, "Thank God."
Whether your candidate made it to the presidential seat or not, I'm certain everyone is tired of the incessant election commercials, debates, forums, campaign signs and Obama/Romney declarations of love (and hate) on Facebook.
Years ago, I loved campaign season. I followed the candidates, both national and local, in obsessive fashion. I volunteered on various local and state campaigns, organized events for a statewide college political organization, and I was eventually hired to manage a state representative campaign in Georgia.
I enjoyed the energy, the ideas, the reward of feeling like I was contributing to the civic well-being of my community.
But at some point, I lost my heart for the political game and settled comfortably into a spectator role.
It was a strange transition at first, but I eventually decided I was OK with sitting on the sidelines.
It seemed as the years went by, the energizing spirit of politicians and voters faded into a polarizing and disheartening display of "You're wrong. I'm right."
There was no in-between. There was no compromise. There was no willingness to listen to another's political position. There was only venom - of the worst order.
And it seemed the people who were the most vocal were usually the most uninformed.
But this year's election was the worst I've seen. The Facebook feeds were littered with hate speech, neither side willing to listen to their counterpart.
Since I've moved nearer to the political center, I wasn't sold on either candidate until the end of the race. So I listened, and watched and paid attention to the issues. I considered the arguments, and weighed each party's critiques of the other. And because I leaned neither right, nor left, and watched regular commentary from both FOX and CNN, I discovered that I was able to hear, for the first time, fantastic ideas come out of both parties for fiscal and tax reform, health care, and job growth, among others.
In the end, I picked my guy, and felt confident I made the right decision on Election Day.
I exercised my right to vote, as I have in every election since I turned 18 years old.
But I realized on Election Day that ultimately, my vote does not control this country, or the outcome of any race. God does.
And for that reason alone, I'm confident the right man was picked for president.
So, whether or not he was my pick for president, or whether or not I feel he can best represent me in office, it doesn't matter.
My job is to pray for my leaders and encourage others to remember we must find a way to cordially express our disagreeable opinions.
Good luck, President Barack Obama. I will be praying for you and our leaders.
Here's to the next four years - thank God.
Jennifer Preyss is a reporter for the Victoria Advocate. You can reach her at 361-580-6535 or firstname.lastname@example.org or on Twitter @jenniferpreyss.