I expected today to be rough.
I have been working through the stages of grief since Election Day, all the while dreading this day. Today it all becomes real. And I knew it was going to be rough.
So I decided to play ostrich. I stuck my head in the sand and I didn’t watch any of the coverage of the Inauguration and I didn’t search it out online and I didn’t post or comment much on social media.
Instead, I slept in and spent a lazy day with my boyfriend. I took a nap and then had dinner with friends. Eventually, I watched a little bit of coverage. But only of Hillary. Ok, Hillary, Michelle Obama and George W. Bush wrestling with his rain poncho.
I didn’t listen to Trump’s inaugural speech. Or watch the parade. Or watch the Obamas say goodbye. Maybe I will later this week. But I couldn’t today.
So I was feeling okay, not great, but ok, on the way home from dinner when I broke. A song came on the radio and it broke me.
Hearing this song, Hillary’s campaign song, brought it all home. We lost the chance to have the single most qualified person to ever run for President take office today. A woman who had comprehensive policies on healthcare, childcare, equal pay, disability rights, civil rights, LGBTQ rights, climate change. energy, and international relations. Instead we have someone who is vastly unqualified to hold this office. And the thought of that made me weep.
It made me weep for the future that our children will never know. However, I know this is not the end. As Barack Obama said today, this isn’t a period, its a comma. And while we may not get the future we would have had with Hillary Clinton as our 45th President, I am not going to stop fighting to make sure the future is brighter for our children.
Tomorrow I will be marching with my sisters all over the country and all over the world. ‘Cause I’ve still got a lot of fight left in me.