A friend texted me today. “Everything ok?” she asked. “No posts for a few days and I got worried for a minute I fell off your list.”

I just couldn’t post last week. I didn’t know what to say.

I don’t want to get political, but I was hit hard by this election. I won’t go into it here in depth, but it floored me in a way I didn’t expect. My heart hurt. My mind ached. I couldn’t believe what had happened and what was happening. And I dropped out of circulation.

I couldn’t post cheery posts, or positive posts; they didn’t seem right as people protested in the streets. I couldn’t post posts about my challenges or struggles; they seemed to pale in comparison. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t talk about life as if it was normal, or as if I was okay.

I let it be. I let myself be. I let myself be silent (at least on the outside). I hoped that somehow I would find a way through – to the hope and the love and the joy and peace I know so often.

And then my fog lifted. Somehow on Monday morning I was graced with hope again. I’m not sure why. I’m not sure how. But I’m way grateful to be grateful again.

I’ve decided that it will all, somehow, be okay. Our country will come together and love will prevail. I won’t sit on the sidelines. I’ll do what I have to and all I can. But love will prevail.

I’m coming up for air. I’m coming back to remind myself (and anyone else who’s listening) that there is love and joy and beauty and fun and play in this world. And that I can make a difference. And that we will all be all right.

I’m coming up for air.

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