Tonight, my heart is heavy. I’ve been under a lot of stress at work, and I worry that I won’t get it all done. I usually function well under pressure, needing that deadline and end-date to push me to get it done, but I’m genuinely worried that it won’t get done. I only have tomorrow left to finish, and then I have to come home and pack for my trip, as I leave at 4:00am on Friday for Senegal. There’s not enough time to get it all done. I feel like the hourglass is draining too quickly, and try as I might to hold the sand back, it keeps rushing out of that too-big hole, taunting me with it’s speed. I hope I can pull out a miracle tomorrow, but it’s not looking good.
And then there’s the whole campaign thing going on in the states that’s got me down. Living abroad, I don’t see a lot of the news and miss the everyday things that happen, which I can honestly say I appreciate, but this week my newsfeed has been inundated with articles and videos about Trump. I’ve seen the one with all of the hateful things he’s said about women, and the post about the children who are being ostracized by their peers based on their skin color, saying that when Trump is president, they’ll all be sent back home. And then there’s the one about how he’s inciting hate and violence by his words at his rallies, and the increase of violence among people who are attending these rallies. The whole thing makes me sickened and saddened. I am proud to be an American, and I gladly share where I come from, but to think that someone like this, who has so much hatred toward others, could become our president is frightening. I am not one to post anything political, pretty much ever, but today my heart is heavy, and I didn’t know what to do except write about it.