"The sun will rise again tomorrow." That's what a friend at work said to me on Wednesday. Looking out the window then at the stormy weather was like staring at my own heart, with its own storm within, heavy, soaked in the belief we had just elected the devil himself.
Since then I told myself I was suffering from the same thing I keep accusing most of the regressive world: a lack of faith. After praying, reading policy and campaign promises (instead of just the insults), and thinking, my mind finally found some direction. Through the offers of support from both friends and strangers, the storm in my heart subsided.
And today? Guess what...