It’s gray and there should be rain later, though sometimes it happens, and sometimes it doesn’t. I’m behind today, I’m not sure why.
Some days are like that, I guess.
Not sure if it’s me or the weather or something in the air, maybe it’s being confronted with the memories of the donald days, those horrible, terrifying times when something awful was constantly around the corner.
Maybe it’s the fear that they could return.
Maybe it’s the incredulity that they could return.
But I’m feeling in harmony with the weather, cloudy and like it’s going to rain. These times are tiring.
Or maybe I’m just tired.
Some days are like that, I guess.
To be clear, it’s not that my thoughts about the outcome of the election have changed. I see what you see: people beyond enthusiastic to not only prevent another donald grasp at power, but truly excited for the possibility of a future full of opportunities, full of something more concrete than hope because VP Harris has the roadmap to get us there.
People turning out to vote in huge numbers, and celebrating the opportunity to do so; some literally dancing to the polls:
People are motivated and happy and excited and that hits a special place in our very weary souls.
But we can’t pretend a past we still can’t believe happened never was. And I’m certain I’m not the only one who feels that creeping pall of fear sometimes, that nagging braggadocio “what if.” The underlying tremor whisper that we’ve been down the wrong timeline before and it could happen again.
We won’t go back.
We won’t go back.
But the fear snakes its way around that closed door.
And the flood of all the terrible cannot be dammed forever.
So here is how I prefer to think of it, this cloud that will loom until we can all breathe freely again. It is not concern about what is to come.
It’s the flood of remembering that happens when you are safe, or very nearly safe to remember, when it’s all finally, finally over.
Have a great Tuesday.
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