All my life I have been a dreamer. To this day I continue to sit out on a starry night and think about the future and imagine how it can be so much better than the past. The picture above, and the song about it, has been a driving force in my life all these years.

To that end, I now dream about January 21, 2021. That, of course, is the day that the current Oval Office occupant (#CO3) will leave the White House for the very last time. I’m sure that there will never be a future president who will invite him back, and I’m equally sure he would not go even if they asked. Of course my dream will depend on several critical things happening in the near future. One is that he is soundly defeated come this November, and the other is that he will willingly walk out that door without being forced to. Neither of those scenarios are a sure thing but I can dream that a BIG majority of the American people will make that happen.

I don’t know about you, but I don’t want the last few years “normal” to be the new norm. These past four years have weighed heavily on my heart and soul. How could so many people, even if they weren’t a majority, have thought that this retched man could do anything but what he has done.

I have faith in the good people of this country will finally be able to take a breath because we will no longer have to spend every waking moment trying to protect ourselves from our own government. On that day it will start to return to normal, but as I said at the beginning of this post I don’t want normal. But at least I can look to the future with hope and pride once again. Even if I might not be around to live a lot of it.