I'm not sure how to move forward at this moment. It seems impossible to me, but Donald Trump will be the next President of the United States of America.
I am afraid for my LGBT friends. And I am afraid for my friends and family who rely on the Affordable Care Act. And I am afraid for every woman who stands to lose the right to choose. And I am afraid for Muslim Americans. And I am afraid that the separation of church and state — so vital to our very existence as a nation — is about to be blurred and smudged, possibly leaving us with a theocratic government . . . like Afghanistan, and Iran, and Sudan, and Yemen, and Saudi Arabia. And I am afraid for those of us who had a hope of retiring in the next 5-10 years, because who knows what the market is going to do when it opens this morning.
So, yeah, I'm afraid, but mostly I find that I have a deep, deep sadness in my heart to find that, after all, my country would rather have someone I perceive to be an unqualified, misogynist, racist, hate-spewing schoolyard bully, than a woman. Plain and simple, and unutterably sad.
The Canadian immigration website crashed last night because so many people are looking to run away, but I don't think running away is the answer. I'm sad, and I'm fearful, and the next four years of all our lives are suddenly looking very different than they did yesterday, but I don't think that running away is the answer.
Even though I feel fear and sadness, I do not choose to live that way over the long haul. That's not what my mother taught me. Now is the time to stand up for everything I still believe in. We survived eight years of Bush and Cheney, and somehow I believe we will survive Trump and Pence.
Still, I struggle to find something to be thankful for this morning, all the time knowing that I am so very lucky to be who I am and where I am. It's this:
I am thankful that this election is over.
I was reading Coach Aruni's blog yesterday where she talked about listening to Abbey Road to get through the final days of this election. She talks about three cuts: Come Together, Here Comes the Sun, and The End. We do have to find a way to come together as a nation after all the hatred our President-Elect spewed for the past 18 months, and I have to trust that — somehow — it will be alright. In my own heart I know that to move forward it has to be about love, not hate and fear.
I will be listening to Abbey Road all day today, I think. It's always been one of my favorites, particularly the ending medley, so I will leave you with their ending words which are and always have been a mantra for my life:
And in the end,
The love you take,
Is equal to the love you make.