For many people, the world shifted in a major way on November 8, 2016. Despite numerous allegations of business impropriety and sexual misconduct, Donald Trump was elected to serve as the 45th President of the United States. In the ensuing days, reports of hate crimes increased exponentially. We heard news accounts of Muslim women having their hijabs forcefully removed, Latin American immigrants told to go back to Mexico, and acts of intimidation against African American people. Swastikas were painted on walls, and confederate flags were hung with pride. Red baseball caps with Trump’s campaign slogan (Make American Great Again) began popping up all over the place. The Trump era had begun.
I boarded a bus in DC headed to Philadelphia at 7:15 this morning. I had plans to meet my senior thesis advisor from my undergrad days 20 years ago. After falling out of touch, we reconnected in 2008, when I randomly ran into him on the street in front of the New Orleans hotel where we were both staying. He was there with a group of Penn students doing Alternative Spring Break (read: community service trip) in the Lower Ninth Ward following Katrina. I was there attending the annual ASCD conference for teachers and teacher leaders. In the ensuing years, I have reached out to him every year or so to check in, get career advice, and make sure he is taking good care of himself. This week, his assistant emailed me to ask what type of salad I wanted for lunch. We would be ordering from healthy eatery SweetGreen—a sure sign he is holding up his end of the bargain. Spending quality time talking about my plans for the future with this influential man is just one of the many things I am celebrating this week:
I have been traveling quite a bit lately. In the last two weeks, I was in Miami and New York City twice. I love exploring new places and visiting old favorites. But it leaves me feeling a little ... scattered. I've been home since Monday evening, and I have been recovering every since. I have been doing laundry, putting away things, getting organized, and trying to get centered and rooted once more. This weekend, I will be taking two or three yoga classes, which also will help me feel more grounded. I am grateful to have a place where I can practice that is close to home. These are some of the other things I am celebrating this week:
Do you speak the truth… at home, with your friends, at work, among your family members? When a facilitator asked that question at a training I recently attended, my answer was clear: sometimes. I was not admitting to being a liar, nor am I in the habit of telling half-truths. I was expressing my belief that sometimes people can’t handle the truth, so I don’t even bother to share it. Telling the truth would cause more trouble than good.
The first few days after I lost my job in June 2014 were very difficult. I had been working hard for 18 months, trying to build a stronger financial foundation at the nonprofit where I had been hired to do so. I had faced the interpersonal challenges that arose in the office and was committed to being a team player—no matter how much I had to swallow my pride. Despite doing my absolute best, I was let go during a downsizing. It was hard to feel unwanted—and I had absolutely no idea what to do next.
Crystal Moore began her wellness quest in 2003 after being diagnosed with lupus. Her quest has led her to embrace yoga, faith, exercise, healthy eating, and relationships. Share her journey.