It's been a little over 24 hours since I - along with zillions of other people - was shocked to within an inch of my life with the results of the U.S. Presidential election. It still hurts. I was tearing up yesterday thinking about it, and the cold feeling in the pit of my stomach hasn't completely disappeared yet.
And yet, there was a feeling of normalcy again in parts of last night, and of today. Life goes on, as it always does and must.
Last night, my boyfriend and I flew to Geneva, and as always, I'm thrilled to be home. Even with pouring rain, and an overwhelming feeling of sadness about the state of the United States (and the world, frankly), I'm still thrilled to be home.
We had a lovely drink with my sister Dania and laughed and talked about fun, silly, normal things. Today, I had several big work meetings in the city and talked about not-so-fun, less-silly, yet-still-totally-normal things. Tonight, I'm having dinner with my family, where we will undoubtedly be enjoying each other's company and talking about - yes - normal things.
So ... I guess in some ways there is a "new" normal on the horizon, and in other ways, things will stay as they always have been. I am still me, and I still have hopes and dreams and responsibilities, and so do all the wonderful people around me, and none of that changes. It can't. No one can take that away, no matter what.
And now if you'll excuse me, I have to go and get on with my normal evening.
Which involves introducing my new boyfriend to my Dad for the first time - and what could be more normal than that? ;-)