Well, this has certainly been a tough, gut wrenching week. And apparently getting worse with each new appointment.
Knowing that this nightmare is going to continue ad nauseam, I am taking measures to protect my inner peace by turning off all national news for a while and quickly clicking out of anything where I see he who must not be named. I’ve been taking a lot of walks. And naps.
I also recognize that I have much be be grateful for:
Although I am a queer woman (two strikes) I am white which gives me a wealth of unearned privilege.
I, and my immediate family, all live in blue states.
Anticipating the republican win, my state just overwhelmingly enshrined existing civil rights protections, including abortion and trans rights, into our Constitution, to add an extra layer of protection against attacks.
Although Martha and I collect Social Security, thanks to our pensions, we do not need it to live comfortably.
Our grandchildren appear to be healthy and will most likely not need any special programs from our schools.
When the shock and sadness of this national nightmare wears off, I’ll be fine. And I am grateful. But I don’t know how to help all those who will suffer, now and for generations to come.
But love is not going to be enough. The trail just got steeper, but the climb continues.
