Reflections on an Election

I wish I could feel as Wordsworth did:

Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
But to be young was very heaven! - Oh! times,
In which the meagre, stale, forbidding ways
Of custom, law, and statute, took at once
The attraction of a country in romance!

Instead, I find myself...relieved. As though I had been carrying a big boulder on my back these past few years. And now that burden has gone.