This morning, as my brain tried to process a response to the Finish the Sentence Friday writing prompt on an unexpected change, I'm still asking myself, "How did this happen?" What else starts with "C" so I don't have to write about this change.
After three hours of a NyQuil induced sleep, I woke up at 1:00 am on Wednesday morning, looked at the election results and asked, "How did we let this happen?"
I woke up for good at 5:30 with a two-time NyQuil hangover/buzz that I hadn't quite slept off. I looked at the results again and asked myself,
"HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?"
I created a meme on my phone and after Christopher was off to school I started writing a blog post.
I don't like this, I thought. This isn't funny. It's a nightmare. I deleted it.
I remember a negative Facebook status from the day after the election four years ago. It said something like, "I can't believe we let this happen again." I'll never forget it.
I personally was in a two-time happy place, because we indeed did it again!
Freedom of speech eventually makes an arse out of people and I'm not going to be the one. I want to be a better sport about this than they were eight years ago and four years ago; a better sport than they would be if the tables were turned this time around. I'm not going to be an arse about this for the next four years. I don't have time for it.
While I believe a lot of the winning votes had to be out of spite, and had to be about ruining a legacy, it's over now. There's no recount. There's the next four years that we have to see how this is going to play out.
Passive as it may sound, it does not mean that I give up on my country. It does not mean that have to like the man who will be our next president. But if there's anything I've learned from witnessing how others have negatively behaved in response to our current president for the last 8 years, I know I will never publicly disrespect our country by disrespecting the person who has been elected to run it.
A friend of mine forwarded me a much needed e-mail this week, forwarded by The Pinky Promise Network.
Sharing one line from that email,
Pinky Promise is a promise to stay pure before God in EVERY single way. It's a promise that says I want God to have my heart.
I pinky promise to have God in my heart every step of the way, so I can build up strength to sustain this injury.
I also pinky promise to lay off the cookies.
This is my contribution to the Finish the Sentence Friday writing prompt “When it comes to the unexpected or to change…”
*I'm on a facebook break, so comments there will not be acknowledged.*