I didn’t get much done today and not because it’s Election Day. Sure, we got up early and went out, but for the most part, that was something I could leave aside while working. Instead, I was called upon over and over to assist others, so my first 90 minute scheduled project of the day was put off entirely. As someone who loves schedules and sticking to them, this was unsettling as I watched my time slip away from fingers that couldn’t grasp it. Oh, well! Our videographer and I did manage to go through videos together and check them.
The big thing today was staff development with improv. I’m not sure I’m suited to it. My colleagues’ goals were about confidence while mine was “make people laugh.” Then I completely froze up and couldn’t think on my feet nor have the energy to get into the jumping movements. My shoulder also complained, so I spent a lot of time nursing it. However, I did learn that my Disney princess walk is Jasmine in red. :-)
Regarding today’s historical election, things have been odd. For days people everywhere in the world have been sad and mournful about “the end of the world.” Then today I heard only optimism. Such hope.
Update, 11/9/2016: Tweets from all over describe people openly weeping and “It is quiet uptown.” An elegant, but sob-inducing read is An American Tragedy by David Remnick.
The election of Donald Trump to the Presidency is nothing less than a tragedy for the American republic, a tragedy for the Constitution, and a triumph for the forces, at home and abroad, of nativism, authoritarianism, misogyny, and racism. Trump’s shocking victory, his ascension to the Presidency, is a sickening event in the history of the United States and liberal democracy. On January 20, 2017, we will bid farewell to the first African-American President—a man of integrity, dignity, and generous spirit—and witness the inauguration of a con who did little to spurn endorsement by forces of xenophobia and white supremacy. It is impossible to react to this moment with anything less than revulsion and profound anxiety.
The thought in the back of my mind is this: we’re going to look so damn foolish in history books. The damage to come is already done now.