Yesterday, when I was letting it out at cardiac rehab, Danise let it out, like so:
Danise — who helps people, like me, who are recovering from cardiac surgeries let it out on exercise machines and in other healing ways — let it out by telling me about a dream she’d had the night before. After the TV coverage let it out that Donald Trump was on his way to winning the U.S. presidential election, Danise dreamed she found Hillary Clinton in her home flipping things over (as Danise is demonstrating, above). In her dream, Danise said to Hillary, “Let it out, girl! ”
After I let it out with Danise and others at cardiac rehab, I went home where I let it out with our two cats. I also let it out by turning on the TV, where I was privileged to witness Hillary Clinton letting it out with her concession speech.
I have to let it out with you, my dear readers, that when I typed that previous sentence, I erroneously wrote “acceptance” rather than “concession.” As my boyfriend Michael and I have been letting it out with each other after the shock of the election result, we’ve discussed how the stages of grief include denial.
Speaking of the stages of grief, my son Aaron sent me these messages, yesterday, from Scotland:
very very odd
it feels like someone died
Michael, Aaron, and I then let it out with each other during two extended FaceTime sessions.
“On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.”
“The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary. ”
“For every complex problem there is an answer that is clear, simple, and wrong.”
I also believe that letting it out — where “it” includes all your feelings — is therapeutic. I will let it out, now, that if I didn’t believe that, I would not have become a psychotherapist nor would I have started this daily blog.
One more way I let it out on Facebook the day after the U.S. election:
I made it through open heart surgery for this?
I think it’s time to let it out by including all my other photos from yesterday:
If you have thoughts or feelings about this post, please let it out in a comment, below.
I hope I let it out how grateful I am to all who help me let it out in this daily blog and to you — of course! — for being with me as I let it out, here and now.