I kicked off November enthusiastic to write every day. Then the election came and I couldn’t muster any words.
I’ve consumed what can only be described as an unhealthy amount of news and opinion pieces since November 9th. It’s fascinating – to go on about my days as if nothing has happened while holding onto the frightening reality that America is headed into dark times. It’s a train wreck . I want to look away but I feel an obligation to every one involved to witness every excruciating detail. It is not a healthy state to live in. I’m still trying to figure out what day to day life will look like in the next four years.
I have no idea how to juggle the dreadful reality at large with the peaceful sanity of my daily life. Is raising strong women enough of a revolution? I’m not sure anymore. Can I be a peacemaker in a constant state of protest? I’ll have to learn.
Thanksgiving drew a firm line for me. It snapped me out of my information spiral. I focused on my girls, family, and friends. I acknowledged how desperately I need to keep writing (sorry, NaBloPoMo, there’s always next year). I took comfort in knowing I have a wide circle of friends who are as worried as I am. I took a deep breath for the first time since the election.
After a reality shattering November, I’m stepping into December focused on keeping out the noise. The two weeks following the election left me spent but I will not start the long journey ahead in weariness. I’m taking inventory of what I consume and what I put out into the world. I’m spending my money with intention. I’m reaching out to our public servants. I’m getting creative AF about ways I can play a role in ensuring everyone is afforded the equal freedom.
Here’s to December and the year ahead, may she be full of writing and stillness and the good fight.