The infatuation with the POTUS-elect has returned to admiration, and I'm back to the true object of my affection, Michelle. She's fierce and fabulous, and I'm so happy she's our new First Lady.
At 42, I don't look for role models (maybe I ought to), but I know a good one when I see her. I'm going about my ordinary business -- looking for an apartment, handling work-related situations, taking care of Mira, and so forth -- with a little more hope and conviction. I can't say I'd want to be in Michelle Obama's position, because it's hard to wrap my mind around the magnitude of it, but the grace, pragmatism, and intelligence with which she's handling it is pure inspiration to me.
Now I wonder what big dreams I've backed away from, for fear of the too muchness of it all, that I can dust off and embrace, loving them for the journey alone, no matter where they lead me.