It was a strange day. The sky was dark, rainy, and overcast... which was actually kind of perfect. Did anyone else just feel really weird all day? Maybe I was imagining it, but most people I saw seemed sad. It could have been all in my head.
I had no desire to do anything. I went through the motions at work, then rushed home early due to a plumbing emergency that initially felt like a huge deal. But then I remembered who we had elected president, and the fear mongering rhetoric he spewed toward American minorities. I told myself that an expensive home repair really doesn't matter at all right now.
November 9th will be a day many Americans remember for the rest of our lives. I feel like years from now, I will look back on this day and clearly remember the sadness and uncertainty I felt for our nation. The devastation of knowing that all the progress we made as an inclusive, right giving (not taking away) nation could be repealed on day one of the president elect's term.
When I think back to November 9th, I will remember it as a day of grief and a day of darkness. Many of you are ready to move forward. I'm not. I'm still stuck, looking around, and wondering how we let this happen.
I'm not ready to laugh about it yet, and I don't know if I ever will be. Not when women's rights are threatened. Not when I fear for our national security and our relationships with foreign allies. Not when I see my Mexican American friends and LGBT friends feeling like half the country is against them. Not when Muslim Americans are afraid to walk down the street in hijab.
I wish things felt normal but they don't. Will they ever feel normal again? I suppose there will be a new normal. I'm afraid to find out what that is.
How did you feel when you woke up November 9th?
Were you able to take care of yourself?
Did you have to have a sad conversation with your children or students?