It is Wednesday, Nov 9 2016.

Donald Trump is President-Elect of the United States of America.

This brings up a lot of feelings anywhere in the world today and throughout the day, I have been unable to stop crying when I consider the meaning of this election. I hope tomorrow is the day where I feel the strength of my resolve more keenly. I hope tomorrow is the day when having the knowledge of deeply-rooted hatred and apathy present in almost half of the country I live in is pain I can endure more gracefully. Because that's really it. It's hurts. It hurts so deeply.

There are very good reminders in my world about the importance of self-care. And I've decided to not check many other social networking sites for the rest of this night because this is a moment. A moment to take stock of what you believe in and to ask what are you going to commit to? We have the everyday choices we make about certain battles to take on. But I'm asking myself this question more seriously. What are the hills I will die on? Where are my stakes?

Governments, presidencies, the media--these are bigger than me. They are bigger than one person. But it can be shaped by one voice. It only takes one voice to start a movement. And the movement--resistance, courage, standing up for your beliefs and the right thing--has always been there.