We’re standing on the precipice of change. Tomorrow is Election Day (just in case you’ve been living under a rock—and if you have, can I join you?) and no matter who wins, life is going to be different.
From the sound of things, there may be violence and unrest and actions more suited to a non-democratic nation than ours. I hope I’m wrong.
I also hope there is a way to return to the way things were—no, I DON’T mean “Make America Great Again.” But I would like people to have hope that things will get better, a vision for a future we can be proud to leave our children and grandchildren, and understanding for our fellow human beings.
Watching this endless election season has been painful. At times it’s felt like a reality show. At other times it’s felt like the end of the world. And although it’s resulted in some interesting conversations in my house, I, like everyone else, will be glad when it’s over.
As naïve as I may seem, I’m going to hope and pray that “right” wins. That we prove to the world that we are a just nation. That we “go high” in all things.
And for those who despair, keep this in mind. The Princess* spent all weekend laundering every piece of clothing she owns because the piles and mess were causing her anxiety and she wanted to organize them so she could see what clothing she owns and what she needs.
If she can do that, anything is possible.
* Yes, for those who know, I should call her the General. But that implies she has too much power. So she's staying the Princess.