I'm too numb to really comment on the election results right now.
We'll move forward as individuals and as a country, because there's nothing else we can do. My personal faith and spirituality believes in calling out what's wrong when I see it, and acting when I can. I did. I voted. I encouraged others to vote.
I'll continue to call out Trump when he's a racist, sexist asshole. With small hands. Tiny hands. (I'm curious to see what the tipping point is; when do I get the pictures with the hands circled going 'SEE, NOT SO SMALL!!!!1!!!')
I didn't think we'd survive Bush Jr and we did. I didn't think I'd survive a lot of things, and I did.
We'll take one step at a time, when we're ready. I'm trying to see a bright side, but it's dismally dark right now. I keep chanting that there'll be peace at the end, which isn't a comment about the end of Trump's reign. In the end, at my end, I've finally come to believe that there'll be peace, which may sound morbid, but as a mantra has helped me keep calm.
Even as the numbness wears off, even as depression leads to my faith in humanity being slowly peeled away, I'm starting to settle into a deep, dark resignation: I will deal with this because I have to.
But just to let so much of America know, I'm disappointed. You've allowed racism and sexism and misogyny to win. You've done so because you believe the swagger of a narcissistic man, and you've done so because you believe he cares about you at all. I believe that man is incapable about caring about anyone but himself: iI believe if he cares at all for his children, it's because he sees them as extensions of himself. I believe if he cares for his wife, it's because she's a trophy.
But Trump is only the tip of the iceberg. Even if he were to go underground, never to be seen from again, his supporters believe in his brand of racism and sexism. That scares me more than anything else. What a long road humanity has ahead of it, I can see that more clearly than ever now.
I hope that those who believe in dignity and kindness share that belief, because all we can do is use our own inner light to help spark that light in others. I was afraid last night that this news would come to pass and it would snuff out my inner light: my hope, my belief in others, my love and my happiness. But it shines brighter now, because it has to shine on. It has to be able to make a difference.
It has to be able to spark in someone else, too. So to everyone who sees how ugly this is, I ask that you take time today to tend to yourselves. Preserve that light, that goodness, that happiness and love. Find someone who you believe in and cling to them. Find something you believe in and focus on that. Tend to yourselves, make your light shine brighter, and try to spark happiness and peace within others. We all need that comfort right now, and others will need our light soon enough. Tend to it, spark it, make it grow brighter, make it fierce, make it blinding. Do it because no one else can, not without your effort and consent.
Love one each other. Love the world. Love when it's the hardest, because it's not the hate outside that defines you. It's everything inside, and so love because there's so much hate out there already.
Don't do it for me. Do it for yourself. Just love. Just shine.
And I'm sorry: I'm getting preachy and weepy, and kinda all woo. But I need this to hold onto for myself right now and it feels better putting it down in words. I hope it helps anyone else who needs this.
If you need to talk, I'll be working this morning, but you can reach me here, PM me or e-mail me. I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
I love you all. I'll be reading comics today to tend to myself. After work and maybe cleaning up some leaves in the backyard. Because life still goes on and love still goes on and I still go on, and I need this right now.