This morning I woke up with the same feeling in my body and my soul that was present on February 2, 2014.
How can this be reality?
But it is. And I despise that there is a trap door here. I was truly not expecting this one. I thought it would be close. I know how much people hate Hillary. It's clearly beyond reason. But I was not expecting this trap door.
And when I got home from an appointment this morning, I found this rebellious bloom in Connor's garden. A November blossom.
Keep the faith, friends. Connor came back to visit me today and helped dispel that feeling I woke up with. I'm giving myself today to recoup my strength. As you know, I have practice at that, so now that I've done it, it will be faster this time. It will bolster my desire to do good. To be good. To practice compassion. To remove complacency. To remember what this country is about, what I am about, and what power lies in me.