Terrified.
Sick to my stomach.
Fearful.
In shock.
These are not words to follow a presidential election. At least, not an American one.
Yet here I am as the ballots are being counted and it’s nearing the time when the candidate I didn’t vote for will likely be in the White House in two months, and I am deeply troubled.
As a former ‘news person’ I’ve had some ask me how this could’ve happened. There are lots of hypotheses: erroneous polling, overly confident headlines, and an intentional overlook of a demographic that is often looked down upon – the white low-income class. They don’t satisfy.
I have to wake up to my alarm tomorrow.
I want to look forward to walking down the aisle, cradling my first child in my arms, seeing a new country for the first time.
I dream of a world that isn’t so broken or hate-filled.
It seems bleakly impossible.
Tonight I prayed a prayer that only God could give me. I didn’t pray for understanding – I may never get that. Instead, that impossible prayer begged for trust, for comfort, for wisdom, and most importantly – for strength to know how to keep living the values and beliefs I have – when everything else turns inside out around me. Our call isn’t to flee. Our call is to be a part of the change we still believe in, no matter who is our President.
Terrified.
Sick to my stomach.
Fearful.
In shock.
But now it is time to do/think/share/hope/love more than we did before.
#imwithher #imwithUS #Election2016
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Innae Park 