This month didn’t begin how I’d hoped. Before the election, I was filled with anxiety and now, I am trying to pick myself up. I am trying to write, trying to live, trying not to dwell on the future. It is hard! As a Black queer woman, I am TRYING to find peace while I stand in the aftermath.
This will be a rough four years and I don’t know what lay ahead. I can only hope the universe will see fit to align and intervene. This can not be it. I have faith in humanity and in our community but I am allowed a cynical moment. We are allowed to be angry with EVERYONE!
While the silver lining may not be within reach I must believe it is there. I have to keep my eyes on the horizon. This is not toxic positivity bullshit. I am not preaching, I am talking myself into power and strength. Which I, as an individual, need so very badly. I tend to lean toward pessimism but I don’t want to be that person right now. I can’t afford to think as I always do.
As I move forward in a nation divided I can only TRY MY FUCKING BEST to get along the only way I know how…
I will write word, after word, after word, until I make myself smile.