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Tomorrow’s the day! The change so many of us have been working towards for so long is finally here.

Tomorrow night we’re hosting a small gathering of friends for champagne and yummies to celebrate as we watch excerpts of the past couple days worth of pre- and post-inauguration festivities.

While in France, I had the opportunity to discuss this changing of the guard with many curious (albeit, initially cautious) Europeans, about how I, and we as a nation, felt about Obama. Once they had ascertained that I was, in fact, a die-hard supporter (an Obama-Mama, if you will) they were all thrilled to be able to talk politics with me. Each and every one was so excited at the change, so hopeful that it was the beginning of better days for all of us.

I have to confess that I worry a bit. Yes, about the obvious, unmentionable possibilities of harm, but not just that. I worry that this man has so many expectations and hopes piled on him, and he can’t possibly live up to them. Nobody could. I believe that Obama is truly, uniquely qualified to be our nation’s leader, now more than ever. But he is just a man, and one inheriting a series of astonishingly bad policies, decisions, maneuvers — a clusterfuck to put it bluntly.

So at the risk of sounding a bit woo-woo, I am sending all the good energy I can into the Universe on Barak Obama’s behalf tonight. I hope that 8 years from now, he is still as optimistic and engaged and uncorrupted as he seems to be to me tonight. And I hope that we are all the better for it.