The revolution WAS televised. Last night. It just wasn't ours.

Sometimes, I have super vivid dreams. So vivid that when I wake up and it didn't happen I'm actually confused and a little disoriented because it feel like the world just changed up on me. I dreamed Hillary won and we were all scared for nothing.

Then when I woke up to 237 GroupMe messages, I knew Hillary winning was a dream. And now we were living in a nightmare. 

And I'm not going to sit here and lie to you. I woke up in shock. Still in disbelief I lived in a world where people WANTED Donald Trump to make life altering decisions for 320 million. Then as I got on the train. I got mad. Real mad. People with smirks on, I wanted to slap fire out of. Like they were internally celebrating a victory. Saying "Ha! We won". I don't get mad easily but today, I pretty much was playing "Knuck If you buck" repeat in my head. 

The air has shifted and I can feel it in my bones. 

However, God sent some messages through Tracy G. (she'd legit my friend but at this point I might be able to be labeled as a stan.)

"Can't allow these election results to morph our energy into a hate that can be confused for the same hate within our opponents."

"Light workers, work your L I G H T"

This may be a little weird or whateva, but I know I have a purpose here. And It includes supporting and helping those around me in some way shape or form (that hasn't been narrowed down yet). So that last tweet gathered me. I heard young interns at my job say "This is our 9/11 and my heart sank. 

Then I realized how tunnel vision I was being. I was mad for being a black woman. Then I thought about my friends who are Muslim. Or families here, that haven't finished the extensive (and expensive) process of becoming a citizen of America because this is where the opportunity to make a better life is. Or women who work so hard to provide and nurture but are degraded everyday. There are so many broken hearts in a land where the same people being discriminated against, broke their backs to create. 

So this is a special edition of the Monday emails. To say you're not alone. Take the time you need. Reach out if you need. Do whatever you NEED to be good. Self Care will be our biggest weapon in this war.