The past week has felt like a month. I did not need yet another thing to grieve when my candidate lost to the least qualified American ever to win the presidency.
I have spent entirely too much time on Threads and am slowly backing away from all but baseball news for a while. I am retreating to podcasts, San Diego sports talk shows, and rewatching comfort shows like “Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations” and “Gravity Falls.”
Meanwhile, my heart is mired in a soup of deep sadness for my country, rage over the racism and misogyny that the vote count appears to reflect, and endless consideration of what my late family members would have done during this election. Combine all that with the rethinking of my faith and convictions in life – and all of the losses I’ve seen in the past 4 years – and I am a mess.