I’m saddened. Sickened. Heartbroken.
Due to the time zone differences I watched it unfold. I couldn’t even get drunk – my system rejected the buzz, so I stopped.
This morning my social media feed is full of my friends who are feeling the full gamut of emotions:
There have even been a few quiet celebrations – and I don’t blame those people.
Where my fury lands is on those who are gloating in the face of pain and fear.
Because for so many of my friends that is what the next 5+ years represents. They are not upper class. They don’t have savings. They’ve had to use services that are being cut. They have mental health needs. They have children with special needs like I do.
I might live across the pond now, but my heart is still with them.
But I say this now. Great Britain is no longer “home”. It is where I was born. Where I was raised. The values I believe in, tolerance, respect, inclusivity, caring for your neighbour? No longer exist for me there.
The USA doesn’t feel like home yet either. So for now I remain rootless. I will continue to build a life for the kiddos and we will probably be fine.
I wish and hope with all my heart that those I love overseas are too.
To Scotland I say:
I’ve changed my mind. Should you manage independence in the face of almost certain opposition from Westminster I stand behind you.
To NI I say:
I’m sorry. I hope and pray that The Good Friday Agreement holds. I stand behind you.
To everyone else reading this I say (quoting from a friend who I’m not sure reads this blog, but if you do I hope you know who you are- you summed it up so much more eloquently than I ever could):
I work with people of all political backgrounds, belief, and upbringing. It IS possible to find common ground and work to represent everybody without compromising your own principles. What you do have to compromise are dogmatic absolutes. You will sit down and work with the MP you’d never vote for- and make positive change. You will advocate for the poorest, most disadvantaged in spaces they are never considered- and make positive change. You can lift up the voices whose principles harmonise with your own. You can create real, lasting, positive change.
It will not happen from behind tribal lines.
Things can change without compromising your core values.
Everyone cares about something.
The last 6 years have been an education for me. Everyone cares about something. Find that, make it your common ground. Forget tribal lines. Think human.
On that note, Christmas is just around the corner. If you can, think of your neighbours. Your town. People struggling. Donate something to a food bank. Give a gift to a child in poverty. Invite someone you know is struggling to Christmas dinner.
Do something kind.
And keep doing it. Especially as the weather bites down.
Because, there but for the grace of The Great Flying Spaghetti Monster, go us all.
I leave you with this year’s Christmas photo of the kiddos. Because right now I need their simple belief in the goodness of the world. You’ll probably see this again, as I’m attempting to catch up on everything that has happened since late August!