• Rachel Anne Baer

Election Day 2020

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Tuesday November 3rd 2020 – Election Day

My husband & I got up early to vote. Hopeful, anxious, excited to see the long lines, yes even in East Lyme where I have never had to wait to vote.

I took it as a positive sign that people cared enough to exercise their hard won right to vote & make their voice heard.

As my husband left to go to a meeting that evening, he asked me what I wanted for my birthday which was just a few days away. “A new president” I replied. He shrugged his shoulders as he walked out the door, not saying a word. I felt despondent, a faint glimmer of hope was inside of me along with a heaviness that I couldn’t shift away.

I kept busy that day, watching no news until 9.00pm when I became glued to the TV.

It was hard to see a clear way forward, for change & decency, was there really so much greed & callousness in our country? It appeared so.

Just past midnight & my second gin & tonic was drained, time to go to bed before I was tempted to drown my anxiety with another pour that I would be sure to regret in the morning.

Sleep was hard to come by that night; I was hoping for a positive end result announced during the early hours. Even leaving the sound turned up on my phone, something I never do at night.

Saturday November 7th, 2020 – My birthday.

I awoke early to a beautiful sunny day, still with a lingering combination of heaviness & hope in my heart. Turning on the early morning news, looking for any sign that finally the election had been called.

It was looking good for Biden/Harris although the race was close, they were ahead in both the popular and electoral votes. The morning wore on, my anxiety increased although with hope. Making myself work out as usual, it’s a good distraction & the best form of stress relief. I picked up a bottle of sparkling wine, holding it up to my husband “feeling anxiously hopeful” I said & put it in the fridge to chill.

A few hours later I was out, picking up the free-range eggs I buy from a local resident. On my way home several texts & notifications came through all at once, “this was it” I thought, do or die, doom & gloom or hope for the future. I hardly dared look, pulling over to check my phone, hardly believing my eyes. Biden/Harris were declared, I burst into tears, tears of relief & happiness, finally an end to the anger, bitterness & hatred spewing from the Whitehouse. Time for a new beginning, hope, peace & healing for our much-divided country. It’s time for America to be respected again.

The birthday gods had prevailed, this was the best gift I could possibly have received, it was time to open that bottle of bubbly. Cheers to a new beginning.

© Rachel Baer

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