I feel embattled, exhausted, depressed, anxious, sick, scared, sad, and tense. #I’mWithHer and feel that we are #strongertogether, as Hillary would tweet, and I’m devastated that she’s not our next President. As an American, life has been so full of massive, violent tragedies that we’ve gotten used to them. In some places, we have mandated that certain people use a restroom that goes against who they are inside. Many African-Americans have felt so desperate they’ve officially and very publicly declared that Black Lives Matter – because so many others act as though they don’t agree with that momentous statement. Jews are afraid Nazi Germany is happening all over again, and I’m guessing, like me, most American women are feeling emotionally destroyed that we did not, in fact, vote to elect our first female president. I really thought that was going to be it.
And when I voted yesterday morning, in my white outfit with the bellbottoms I love, thinking of a young and passionate Hillary Clinton and all of my suffragette sisters and the feminists all around me, I had to blink tears out of my eyes. I took a moment after we walked out of the communal polling place in Hopedale and just savored the moment. I had just voted for the most qualified candidate to run our country ever, according to our President, and she gets it AND she’s a woman.
And yet, here we are. My eyes are puffy and sore, my tummy aches, and life goes on. I’m mourning, because I do feel that’s totally appropriate right now. But I’m also inspired by Secretary Clinton’s work, and encouraged by her wisdom.
— Eliza S (@happycreativeHC) November 10, 2016
So I’m eating, I’m hydrating, I’m going to get some sleep and I’m going to a WICKED early power yoga class tomorrow. Because I’m a morning person and yoga makes me feel like the best version of myself. It feels good to be doing normal stuff – it’s a statement – I will not be bullied out of the life I love and work my butt off for. I’m staying right here and fighting hate with love, violence with peace, and bigotry with acceptance. Join me?
People have been fighting for their, and our, rights for hundreds of years. It’s our turn now.
I’m sending you so much love, and I am so deeply sorry that this happened to you, and to all of us. I’m also sending you peace, acceptance, and a huge hug. Now, when you’re ready, let’s go fight for what’s right.
A Subdued (but I’ll find my Happy!) Wife