Let's just start by saying this is not the post I wrote in my head yesterday.
(And this is not the photo I planned for the post I wrote in my head yesterday, either. But a decaying leaf from my garden seems appropriate, somehow.)
Like so many others this morning, I'm struggling to make sense of what happened yesterday. To understand how I can be walking among so many Americans who are so clearly . . . walking in a different world from me.
Call me an idealist, but I really didn't think I lived in a country that would reward such blatant ignorance! I've always known I lived in a place that is comfortable with misogyny and racism, but one always can hope for growth and development. Y'know? But this ignorance thing? It's only going to get us in trouble.
I'm trying to get my head around . . . what now?
As I lay in bed last night . . . fretting . . . and not sleeping, one thought kept playing over and over in my head.
What's going to become of us?
And then, I remembered something a friend said recently: When you find yourself asking that question, sometimes it's best to flip it around and ask a different question.
What are we going to become?
For some reason, flipping that question around this morning has helped me. (Not much. Just sayin.)
I think we need to finish feeling all our feels -- for as long as that takes. (But not too long. Just sayin.) And then we need to pick ourselves up and figure out how to move forward.
Because this can't be the end of the story.
What are we going to become? I think that's a question worth asking.