07 Nov 2018

The Day After

Well, it’s November 7th, which means we survived November 6th.

In the weeks and days leading up to the election yesterday I just felt nauseous and queasy and awful. It was different from two years ago – two years ago, I felt anxious, but I was SO hopeful and excited. This time around, I wasn’t, and to be honest I was so angry with myself for losing hope. I was so angry about so many things that have happened in the past two years, so many rights taken away, and I felt like they had taken away my hope, too.

On Monday night I got this silly idea to share pictures of my family and friends on Instagram posing with their “I Voted” stickers and I spent the whole day yesterday sharing them on my Instastories. Besides the obvious fact of distracting me all day, it made me feel so good, seeing all these people I love using their right and their voice and their power to do what they could to help change the tide.

The blue wave? It was smaller than I wanted it to be but I woke up this morning with a tiny bit of hope. Some checks and balances have been restored. The tide DID bring in some amazing news: so many more people will see themselves reflected in the representatives elected yesterday. Women. Muslims. Jews. Gays and lesbians. Native Americans. These people are bringing me hope, too – I know they will work on behalf of us for a just and better world.

And on that note… the work is not over. DON’T GET COMPLACENT. DON’T TAKE IT FOR GRANTED. There is a madman in the White House and we have 361 days to work our asses off to get him out. If you are thinking of getting involved in some small way, do it. You don’t have to go knock on doors or attend a rally. You can make phone calls. Send postcards. Put out a lawn sign. Please do something. Our country depends on these little sparks of hope.

This fight is over, but the next one has already begun.

Posted on November 7, in Etc

1 Comments

  1. Rami Raff wrote:

    This is that good ish.

    Posted on 11.7.18 · Reply to comment

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