What do I want to feel like when I wake up?

 Well, that answer is really, really simple friends.  NORMAL.  I want to feel normal.  I want to recognize the world I live in again.  To have some sense that the world isn't crashing down around me while I try to pretend that the whole world isn't burning.   It's so hard feeling like your Atlas trying to hold everything together.

I want a country that I can recognize. One where innocent people aren't shot because of the color of their skin,  where women aren't told to "vote as their husband would to live in a godly household",  a place where my children can actually achieve their dreams.  That's the world I used to live in.  And that's the world I'd like my daughter's to have to.

I would love to wake up to a world where the leader of the most powerful country on the planet wasn't insane.  Literally insane.  But you know what?  One thing I have learned during all this time is that Donald Trump isn't even the worst of all of this - his supporters are. The people who believe all the bullshit that he spews no matter how often you PROVE to them that he lied.  

I want a world where it doesn't' matter what color my students are - that they all have what they need to succeed.  I want to wake up and feel appreciated for the work I do.  I want to feel valued for the value that I add to my my family, my school and my community.  

I want to wake up and be able to see my friends again.  To go to book club and actually not have it be on fucking zoom and feel like I'm on an episode of the Brady Bunch as I try to decide who was talking or who should talk next.  

I want to wake up and see my littles -IN PERSON.   I want to see their smiling faces and give them hugs.  I want to tell them how proud I am of them for all their hard work.  I want to smile and tell them how happy I am to see them the way I always do and I'd like them to be able to see my smile because my face isn't covered in a mask. 

I want to wake up in a post COVID 19 world. A post Donald Trump world.  A BETTER world.  That's what I want to feel like when I wake up - the satisfaction of knowing that the world we are building for our children is a better place.  It doesn't seem like too much to ask. 

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