Last week was arduous to say the least. It was the Election Day that would not end. Like groundhog day but so much worse.
Day after day last week I tried and failed to unplug and focus on my own life rather than a situation that I had done everything I could to encourage the outcome I so desired. When I tell you I will be naming my burgeoning ulcer ‘2020’ I am not kidding. Like, whoever decided to put Dolores Umbridge in charge of this year needs to take a long walk off a short cliff.
But mid-morning Saturday someone posted the results in my work chat. I quickly googled ‘election status’ because I needed to see it with my own eyes.
Ladies and gentleman:
President Elect Joe Biden
I can only hope that, now that the results are in and the next four years no longer hold a giant, blinking ‘?’ that the divisiveness that has gripped this nation will ease. I have no illusions that it will dissipate completely but I do hope that our country will find a way to heal.
Maybe now that this unknown has finally been answered enough stress will alleviate that I can get over this writer’s block and actually finish S&S’s sequel!
Bye for now!
If I was half as eloquent as you are, I would have written similar words. You have spoken my heart, I am 66 years old, and remember a time (not all that long ago) when such divisiveness, bitterness and anger wasn’t even thought of, let alone voiced. I am now taking a deep breath and praying for an end to that phase of our country’s history, and hoping we can go forward, righting wrongs humanely and with love.