Donald Trump won the presidency and many voters sat this one out. Election night and yesterday, I felt physically ill. I couldn't sleep- I felt a pain in my chest and my stomach. There's the realization that I live in a bubble, and that I hoped that others were feeling the same way I had been. I'll admit it felt a bit impersonal, like playing a big game with the entire country, only to be on the losing side. But losing happens, and we move on. The difference with this is that the winners of the game are morally and ethically corrupt, and that most people find that acceptable.
I acknowledge that I'm in a minority. I was hopeful that a Harris win would prove that I was in the majority. I trusted Kamala to wield power equitably and fairly. But now, it feels like it will be chaotic for a while. I'm finding inner strength, though. I pray to share that power gracefully.
