Yesterday, I woke up feeling the way many other Americans felt.
Like I was living in some alternate universe where the unthinkable, the unimaginable, the flat out impossible actually came true.
This man that stands for everything, that we claim as country to be against. The hatred, fear mongering, exclusion and predatory actions. We pride ourselves as being this beacon of hope and prosperity for the world but in one fell swoop.
We've destroyed that narrative, forever.
So, while I lay in bed trying, in anyway I could to muster the strength to leave it. I just kept getting more and more depressed. I had conceded to the fact, that NOTHING productive was coming from me at all.
Then that's when I got really upset.
The Idea that this terrible human being is having such an affect on my life and mood.
That I would ALLOW this man to have such an effect on me was stupid.
So, that's where this idea came from.
I am going to get up and be creative. I'm going to take this rage, sadness and confusion and do something with it.With that, I did the only thing I'm any good at. I walked around all day and asked anyone that would stop, if I could take their picture.
I didn't want to ask them if they were happy or sad, I just wanted them to show me how they felt.
Words were too much, it was too soon. If I could bare articulate what I was feeling then I wouldn't dare ask anyone else to do the same.
We are all feeling some sort of way, good or bad, this is our reality now.
Its how we take this and move forward.
Me, I plan to create and take action.
what will you do?