I feel anxious. Terrified. Nauseated. And also hopeful. Hopeful that good people will rise up and vote to restore sanity today. To stand up against hate and take back America. I remember all too clearly how much election night 2016 hurt. But I also felt great pride in witnessing firsthand a resistance take shape and grow bigger and louder every single day. Hate wins some battles, but I believe with all my heart that love always triumphs in the end.