I recently learned the definition of lament: GIVING VOICE to pain and sadness. In a VOCAL, PHYSICAL way. Not with the intent to try and fix the pain or make it go away - just to give it voice. As soon as I heard that definition, I thought about giving voice to our joy and pleasure and wonder as well - and the vulnerability that comes along with that.

This morning I heard something that I immediately knew I had to share: It's not about getting over, it's about growing through. That hit me DEEP. So often we just want to get over the hard things - and, let's be honest, sometimes other people just want us to get over them, too.

I used to feel most of my big emotions in private. I'd cry on my own. Wallow solo with wine and ice cream and the Hallmark channel. Sob within the safe confines of my condo. And THEN I'd talk to my friends or family. AFTER the messy middle. When I could constructively share my emotions without actually SHOWING them. No more.

It's election day today. I'm feeling a weird elixir of fear, anxiety, and hope.I feel them all - and I choose hope. I have to choose hope. I just have to. I have to believe that love and empathy will help us find our way towards healing in our country. I have to believe, because the alternative simply isn't an option.