Several months ago, the week after the Democratic Convention, I thought my world would be a certain way by this time in December: we looked sure to have our first female president, and I was hoping to complete several books and finish the year with a bang.
Since then, it feels like the world turned upside down. Things went horribly wrong, and we’re left in this experience that for most of us a waking nightmare. In fact, except for those who have more money than 99% of everybody else and those who’ve been frustrated at having to hide their inner racist, pretty much nothing good has happened since then.
But it is not a time for lament or melancholy. It is a time for action. My power to change the country is small. But my power to change my own life is very big. The very best thing I can do right now, for myself and maybe even for my country, is to get back to work executing the plans I made, and that’s what I’m doing.
I’ve made all the promises before, and I won’t make them again now, except to say that I’m fully back to work, and now, more than ever, I’m on the cusp of something big.