I try not to get too political here. For the last four years, I hadn’t realized that whenever my news and social media consumption collided, it became a weight. And some days, it overpowered my ability to separate that energy from my normal day-to-day highs and lows.
You know that moment when a shade is lifted and it quickly snaps up and the room goes from pitch black to all the light flooding in?
That happened on Wednesday, as hope moved back into the White House. It was the life raft I needed. Actually, I think it was for many.