I've been doing plenty of thinking since my "oh my god we have three years until the collapse of the U.S. and an empire and a world power" freakout. It's been pointed out to me that no matter how bad it gets, shit will always even out into the new normal. Of course, this is based on the fact that I have enough privilege that I'm very unlikely to become homeless or die as a result of whatever. I'll adjust.
The real shit is going to happen to the people with less privilege than me. People of color, particularly those who may be labeled as Muslim or Latinx (whether they are or not). Trans and nonbinary people. Gay, lesbian, bi, pan, queer, etc. youth and adults in same sex relationships. Jewish people. Disabled people. Chronically ill people. People in deeper poverty than I am and who don't have middle class family they can fall back on (or only abusive family).
There are many people who are not going to be okay. We need to redouble our efforts. We need to be ready to come together to support each other. I've realized I need to give up my modest dreams of living with my boyfriend in a two bedroom apartment or maybe a condo. Communal living may become a necessity and would be more helpful to others. I'm a good roommate.
I was going to put more effort and energy into concrete social action anyway. If the U.S. as we know it crumbles, we need to fight as hard as we can to build something better in its place. There will be opportunists who will try to take as much power as they can and do everything possible to keep it. That can't happen. If we prepare and do things right, we can create a society that works for all people, not just a privileged few.
Unfortunately, recount efforts have failed. It's still very unlikely that enough Electoral College voters will vote against their districts to put Clinton in the White House. It's time to prepare for the worst. Prepare the seeds to plant in the rubble. Prepare for loss. And hope that the world can come out the other side better. At least maybe the U.S. will have to stop bombing everybody.
I went to that strike today, which is why there's only one post, fairly late. It wasn't much in Seattle, but I heard a lot of amazing women share their stories and voices. And I'll keep participating in strikes and going to protests and volunteering and writing. I'll keep going. Always.