This morning I awoke with a knot in the pit of my stomach.
I feel like I should have done more.
Most of this past year, I have been focusing my mental energy inward. I was growing a baby, preparing myself for labor, trying not to panic about the logistics of bringing another member into our family.
I did not have energy for the political.
I knew I was with her from the beginning.
The other candidate’s speeches were incomprehensible and tailored to incite rather than to unite.
I am the person who called sexism and racism. Probably the one you brushed off because I didn’t say it loud enough.
Today I am in mourning. I am grief stricken. I am outraged. I want to give Hillary Clinton a big hug and tell her that I was honored to vote for her yesterday. That her name was even on the ballot was a huge victory, and I know how hard she fought. But I also know that it is not enough.
It is not enough in a world where a woman has to be perfect to compete in an arena where men are routinely corrupt.
It is not enough in a world where people of color don’t feel safe in their homes.
It is not enough when LGBTQ people are shot down in what is meant to be a safe place.
It is not enough, and I didn’t say it loud enough.