Of course we were working before. But this Sunday evening feels like the edge of something. Something good. We’ve been toiling for years not knowing if it matters, if it will matter. And yesterday reminded us that it does. It will.

So yes, it feels like a new going to work. A renewed purpose. A hope I haven’t had for longer than I realized.

Saturday was so unexpectedly, uncontrollably emotional. Friday, I just felt low, defeated. Once I got to the end of the week and there was nothing left to distract me from how awful the Situation was, I was just exhausted. By all of it. By holding it together and feigning ok-ness.

And yesterday, when the news came through, instead of instant jubilation I just collapsed under the weight of the sadness and trauma of the past 4 years. Anger too, but I think I was - I am - too tired to be angry right now. I will definitely find my anger again soon, but yesterday it just felt so overwhelmingly tragic. I’ve felt the raw inhumanity of…god, how do I even start to list the things. ALL OF IT. And it has struck me down before. But I had, honestly, steeled myself for another 4 years. I wasn’t ready for it, I didn’t want it, but that’s where I had put my expectations. Too scared to hope for anything more.

And now that it seems we have redeemed ourselves slightly - bought a temporary reprieve - we need to prove it wasn’t a fluke. We did fight for and win the soul of the nation. And while there are so many other dictators and despots out there left to handle, taking down our America born and bred authoritarian feels like something. A slight vindication.

Enough, anyway, to make me want to work even harder now.

Tomorrow is Monday. Tomorrow we work.