Reflections on a Vocational Happenstance
I haven't written here for weeks.
I expected to feel less stressed out after the election. I thought I would be be getting a boost of energy and experience a rush of renewed creativity.
Since Wednesday morning, I have been struggling to come to terms with the fact that the way I felt during the months leading up to the election is the way I will be feeling every day now for the foreseeable future. Unrelenting, oppressive anxiety is the new normal.
The question is no longer how to prevent hatred's rise to power, but how to behave in the face of it.
I need to find a way to continue writing here, to continue knitting, to continue keeping people warm.
I need to continue being kind.
I need to learn to function effectively under the weight of this oppressive anxiety.
We all do.
Continuing on does not mean I will be silent, that I will be acquiescent, that I will accept this vision for our nation. But to allow myself to be knocked off course would be granting hatred its victory.