Welp. It’s all over. And unfortunately, it did not swing my way (or, I would argue, that it didn’t swing our way… but that’s a whole other blog post). So, I’m bummed to say the least.
Last night was suspenseful and emotional and frustrating and then, all of a sudden, the word Ohio flashed up on the screen and then last night was over.
I’m struggling to find the words to describe the disappointment, fear, and anger that I’m feeling without it turning this post into a huge rant, and so I’m just going to write what I keep reminding myself of in my head:
God was not surprised by the outcome of this election.
He is in control of our country, just as he has been since the day it was created.
Instead of casting negativity, I feel that as an American, it is my duty to be respectful of our President and I’m going to do my best to be supportive of the fact that this is the man that my fellow citizens have chosen to lead our country. …Lots and lots of prayers.
I mean… besides completely tearing apart our country financially and making an even greater mess of the one we already had, he didn’t really follow through on many of his promises for the first four years, so with any luck he may be as worthless for the next four, yeah? (Sorry, sorry– it just slipped out. Supportive. Right. Yes.)
I warned Frances and Claire the other day that I might be a in a little bit down in the dumps for the next few days (read: uncontrollable sobs — I may be sometimes a little overdramatic…).
As predicted, this morning I was being a little sad sack and so Frances pulled me out from under the wreckage and took me to get pancakes for breakfast. When we got to the restaurant, we sat down by a group of Army men and although Frances wouldn’t allow me to ask to take a picture with them, it did make me realize that I am still so lucky and blessed to live in this country. And I can still eat pancakes with my friend. And butter is still delicious and legal (for now). And that’s that.