Sheltering-in-Place: Day 233
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I know, I know, it isn't over until the Electoral College sings. I'm excited, regardless. It's been Election Day Tuesday for the past 4 days, and it feels like it's been 10 years.
And, of course, the First Puppers are not what I am most excited about. They stand for so many things in my mind and heart, though, such as acceptance, kindness, and healthy loyalty.
Where to start?
I woke up early this morning for no reason and didn't even look at my phone. I just thought about, you know, stuff. I did that for quite a while.
And then the sounds of cheering and whistling came through my closed window. It was too early for sportsball results on my coast, so after a few moments of wrestling with feelings of not wanting to have my remaining shreds of hope crushed, I found my phone and looked at election results/projections.
I'm not entirely clear on what happened in the next few minutes but all of it was happy.
I woke The Husband with the words, "Two eighty-four."
There was a flurry of double and triple checking numbers, calling and texting people, posting and rejoicing on social media. At some point, maybe many points, I sat down on the floor and cried with relief.
We're not going back to the middle of the last century when only some Americans had rights. We get to stay in the twenty-first century and continue to work toward making sure all Americans have equal rights. We're not going back to a time when it was illegal to be different from an arbitrary idea of identity. We're continuing to work toward growing our understanding of the depth and breadth of humanity.
Diversity is our strength and we're going to celebrate it.