Really like the metaphor here, Kim. It’s exactly that. A giant misbelief. Now how are we going to navigate the rest of the story? That I don’t know but here we are…
And the shock that many of us are feeling is connected to this misbelief -- how could it be that we're here again. Rude is this awakening. Me, I prefer the awful truth. It helps me see the big picture. Hope you're taking good care.
I just wanted to thank you for sharing this. It hit home on a number of levels and has me thinking about the role my character should/will play in the next act.
After going to bed early with a feeling of dread, I got up election warning, went straight to the coffee maker and then to my chair as I pulled up CNN headlines on my phone using my left hand. As I read the words “trump wins” for the first time I set my coffee cup on the end table , but it never made it there. My hand floated midair, I dropped the coat spilling hot black coffee on the carpet. It will forever be a reminder of the shock and grief.
And yes, now I know where my men stand. And I can’t trust them to do the right thing. I misbelieved they were on our side - women. Their women. They are not. A cog shifts.
Joanne, I was in NYC on the night of the election, working with young journalists. It had been a long but fortifying day. At one minute to ten, I put in an order for a cheeseburger. Sat at the bar with a glass of wine. I too knew in my bones how this was going to turn out. Thank you for chiming in. You are always welcome.
Really like the metaphor here, Kim. It’s exactly that. A giant misbelief. Now how are we going to navigate the rest of the story? That I don’t know but here we are…
And the shock that many of us are feeling is connected to this misbelief -- how could it be that we're here again. Rude is this awakening. Me, I prefer the awful truth. It helps me see the big picture. Hope you're taking good care.
I just wanted to thank you for sharing this. It hit home on a number of levels and has me thinking about the role my character should/will play in the next act.
Mike, thanks so much for reading. I'm glad you're here.
After going to bed early with a feeling of dread, I got up election warning, went straight to the coffee maker and then to my chair as I pulled up CNN headlines on my phone using my left hand. As I read the words “trump wins” for the first time I set my coffee cup on the end table , but it never made it there. My hand floated midair, I dropped the coat spilling hot black coffee on the carpet. It will forever be a reminder of the shock and grief.
And yes, now I know where my men stand. And I can’t trust them to do the right thing. I misbelieved they were on our side - women. Their women. They are not. A cog shifts.
Excellent post.
Joanne, I was in NYC on the night of the election, working with young journalists. It had been a long but fortifying day. At one minute to ten, I put in an order for a cheeseburger. Sat at the bar with a glass of wine. I too knew in my bones how this was going to turn out. Thank you for chiming in. You are always welcome.
Excuse the typos but election warning instead of morning is also accurate
Very well-written Kim
Thank you, Cynthia, for reading. I hope you're taking good care of yourself.