Every hostile tweet. Every head-scratching cabinet nomination. Every missed intelligence briefing. But every sense that this is the new reality we’re heading towards. We can’t depend on a recount or the Electoral College to change the outcome. There are no do-overs or returns and exchanges with a receipt. We can’t Kübler-Ross out of this one. We knew that this has been brewing for a long time. It was coming. The pendulum has swung. This is it.
So what do we do? We create.
This past year was frustrating, exasperating, heartbreaking, and just plain aching. It was a challenging year for our family and many people I know. However, there is one person (and only one) who had a wonderful year in 2016. You know who it is. He might not think it was so great after January 20. (We sure won’t.) But he will be remembered as the person we all talked about this year.
I won NaNoWriMo 2016. My prize is the first 50,000 words of an unfinished first draft. It is very difficult to write a novel in 30 days, and 50,000 words doesn’t qualify as a full-length novel. So, what exactly do you win when you win NaNoWriMo?
If there was ever a year we needed Thanksgiving, it’s this one.
This Thanksgiving does not call for platitudes about how we should be grateful for what we have. Gratitude demands something more. If we are thankful for something, we have to fight for it.