Fraud of course remains a possibility. For the life of me, I don’t get why paper ballots are not required, at least as backup, and why we don’t have a national Voter ID law. It affects the national government, and would thus seem to be precisely the sort of thing the 14th Amendment, I think it is, would allow the Federal Government to step in and regulate. Either way, I’m sure Trump has many eyes on all the places where fraud might be likely or suspected. Cheating with him as President will be much different than cheating when Obama was President.
More personally, I keep dreaming about my family. And I am coming to realize I have to leave the emotional space I occupied then. It was a traumatized, cold space, but a known space. To travel farther down my spiritual path, I have to leave all I have known. It is a difficult thing. I have not known peace and comfort, love and true ease. My home was not a happy place.
But I have to walk out the door. My uncle was charming, but he was a thief and a liar. My parents welcomed me, but only as a prop, and a means by which to meet their own emotional needs. My cousins are thieves too, and some are bullies. Nowhere is there anything like a home. Only a place I know.
Emotional motion is a subtle thing. You see it in dreams. I feel fear, even terror, walking out. But I feel those things where I am. There is no escape here: it can only lie there. The only way out is out. I can only hope there is something better. We all have to take risks in life. Perhaps the part of life that matters most IS the part where we risk, and fail or succeed, and pick ourselves up, or celebrate. With nothing to lose, gain feels much more empty.