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This is day 9 for my month of gratitude posts. Yes, I realize I’m missing days 6, 7, and 8, but I’ve been busy. I have those posts lined up, I have topics set, and to a degree I have posts written, I just haven’t had time to sit down and finish them.
Today’s post is different. Today’s post is not going to be about gratitude. Today I am feeling a million different things, but gratitude is not among them.
I am sad. I am angry. I am disheartened, disappointed, and scared.
Last night I went to bed hoping against hope that I would wake up to a miracle and what was inevitable, even at that moment, wouldn’t actually happen. But it did.
Donald Trump will be President of the United States.
I’ve been crying at random all day. I’m at a loss for words. I have a burning hope that the coming days and years won’t be as bad as I fear, but so much of it seems inevitable.
I saw a portion of Trump’s speech. In it he promises to be a president for all the people. I can’t understand how that could be true considering all the disparaging remarks he’s had for so many, but I hope and, dare I say, pray that it is.
There’s nothing I can say that hasn’t already been said by so many, and in far better words than I can muster now. Today I’m giving gratitude a break. Tomorrow the sun will rise again, life will continue, and I will find another reason to be grateful. I sincerely hope you will too.