Flushing Out The Toxins

Most of the people I am close to are freaking out with justifiable cause. We are frightened for the environment, for the lives of our friends of color, origin and choice of lifestyle, the future of the social security system we’ve paid into our entire lives, and the threat of actual nuclear war.

To many of us, the results seem like the equivalent of a 9-year-old child who's inadvertently burned his parents’ house down and has yet to understand the magnitude of what he’s done.

I don’t blame us a bit for being unhinged at results of the presidential election. Our dreams of shattering the ultimate glass ceiling lie tattered for now. I’ll admit that I’ve vacillated between anger, fear, and some downright toxic expletives I’ve used in the privacy of my home. Some of them have left my husband shaking his head in disbelief, that his wife could ever utter.

Much like a death, it’s over, it’s done, you can’t argue with it, and there’s no rebuttal. So let’s stop fighting amongst ourselves, shower off the toxicity and figure out a way to go forward. Take out your anger by whacking a tennis ball, punching a pillow, or my personal favorite, splitting firewood. (It turns out I still wield a pretty mean mauling axe in spite of my age and size.) And don't forget to drink plenty of water.

For whatever our complaint is, the Trump campaign won somewhat fair and somewhat square, according to the laws we now have in place. People who are frustrated have been heard, and much as we don't care for it, that's how we roll in our country.

So to you guys who have been so disenfranchised by the system, (and the 53% of women who voted for Trump) I say this:
Your show is on, your day is here. Let’s see what ya got.

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