I’ve been torn on whether or not to write about the seemingly impending doom of the Presidential Inauguration tomorrow.
I honestly don’t even know what to say. Part of me doesn’t believe Trump will actually be president. Part of me is still waiting for Hillary to come out with her Superwoman outfit on and save us all. Part of me hopes the protesters can protest enough to make this bad dream end. Part of me hopes this is a bad joke.
Is he really going to be president?
I haven’t talked about issues with anyone other than my husband. I sat up on election day in pure disbelief of what was on the screen. I woke my husband up around 11pm and told him what was going on. We both laid there thinking – what the actual fuck is happening right now. Like seriously. What the actual fuck is happening? And how can this actually happen right now?
The next day I had 4 woman clients who used their hard earned money to talk through their sadness, grief, and fear for the world. Women continued to discuss their fear of what is to come for the next week. One client is English and lives in London. She was terrified for American citizens. She couldn’t believe what happened. She also needed to grieve.
I felt honored and absolutely terrified to hold the space for them following the election. I didn’t have anything new or profound to say. I was just as scared as they were. I assured them they are not alone.
I enjoyed Obama. I really did. I feel he was a good president. I thought he was dealt a hard deck of cards and managed them the best he possibly could. Obama and Michelle are the true epitome of grace.
And today I’m sad for the country. I’m sad for the liberals. I’m sad for the immigrants. I’m sad for Mexico and every hard-working Mexican citizen who has worked their ass off for years. I am sad the popular vote means absolutely nothing.
Is he really the president?
I can’t even capitalize president.
I’m not necessarily willing to do anything though. I won’t be at the protest. I won’t be talking about the issues. I probably won’t listen to the inauguration speech. I don’t know why, but I just feel uncomfortably numb to the entire situation. The only way I have been able to handle it or process it is through humor (including Biden meme’s).
This post is far from complete and even further from making any sense but maybe that is just what it needs to be right now. I feel just as lost as you do and just as helpless.
