It’s been a hell of a week.
Some unplanned, person notes to share today.
I started the month feeling optimistic. I would be participating in National Novel Writing Month, I had all my blog content ready in advance, and above all – the US election was FINALLY drawing to a close. I had to believe that Hillary Clinton would win and that even if this didn’t make my country and world “perfect,” it would be a steady and safe step in the right direction.
Like many others, before election day I could hardly bring myself to consider the alternative result of the election. But now we are all living in that reality, and it still feels terrible. I spent a lot of this past week feeling like my heart had been encaged in an iron vice.
I don’t know, guys. I don’t know what to say. I don’t have anything profound to offer. I feel the way I’m seeing many people feel: disheartened that a campaign driven by racism, sexism, fear mongering and misinformation has someone succeeded in obtaining the highest office in my country. This has implications for all of us, but especially the most vulnerable members of society, those who already had the odds stacked against them. I’m rambling because I didn’t plan or edit this post. The point is, this is bad.
I’m slowly trying to regain my footing, because what is the alternative? Giving in to cynicism and despair. That would be the easy way out, and I can’t say that path hasn’t tried to draw me in. But I’m not going to choose to go that way. I will rage against the dying of the light, as someone far more articulate than myself once put it.
With that in mind, I want to tell you that even in this time of darkness, I’ve seen some pretty brilliant light at work over the past week. I saw someone invite anyone feeling lonely into her home for the upcoming American Thanksgiving holiday. One of my best friends – who happens to be a female rocket scientist – talked with me about her plans to bring science education into rural areas. Another person I know stated that if he receives any tax breaks under Trump’s changes, he’s going to donate that money to organizations fighting Trump’s agenda. These things might sound small, but it is endlessly beautiful to me to see people who will NOT give in to fear.
Because fear is there for many of us, indeed. Settling into this new reality is a process. Grieving, numbness, fear and uncertainty are part of that process. But we’ll do whatever we can to prevent them from having the final word.
This week has been brutal, but I’m still kicking. And if you’re reading this, you’re still kicking. We can take the time we need to mourn, to process, to integrate and come back to center. And when we’re ready, we can join the vast amounts of people who are dedicated to standing up for love, equality, acceptance, and progress.
And you know what? There are a LOT of fucking people trying to do good in the world right now. I think it’s important to remind ourselves that the majority of voters did NOT want this outcome (thanks for nothing, electoral college). The majority of people stand for love, not fear.
That brings me some comfort. I’m still processing – and maybe you are too. But I am certain that cynicism will not get the better of me. I’ll move forward and do what I can to speak up. To take action. To make decisions that come from a place of empowerment and centeredness.
We ARE stronger together, and we’re being issued an invitation to do some epically hard but loving stuff. I accept the invitation – I am in.
Sending so much love your way,
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