Here I am, sitting at my computer feeling numb. What just happened to America, the land that I love? We were so close to having our first woman president and poof!
It’s true I was conflicted about loving Hillary, but there really was no comparison between her capabilities and those of Trump. She had traveled the world, had met and negotiated with practically every head of all the states, had endured being the First Lady under her husbands two presidencies where she was socially wounded by his sexual infidelities. Then she weathered the grueling travel schedule of meeting with so many foreign leaders as America’s secretary of state and she knew the ins and outs of government protocol. She was immensely qualified to be our first woman to take the office of president but she lost to Donald Trump?
It’s true that I didn’t like Hillary as I do Elizabeth Warren. And perhaps I must wait for the next election cycle so Elizabeth can take office and be our first Madam President. However, I will be in my nineties, ninety one to be exact, so I’ll just have to be willing to brave my nineties. Lately I’ve been thinking that being old and hanging around has been overrated. Everything becomes such a chore that I’d rather just hang out around my apartment. Except for last summer when Sharon Stone took an option on my life’s story for a television series, there’s not much else to look forward to now that my memoir is published.
Of course I have yet to make a documentary about my life, but other than that, I’m lacking the next creative project to consume me. Although I’m looking forward to more women being certified to run Bodysex Workshops, Carlin is handling most of that. I just show up to teach the next group but they basically run themselves. I’m mostly just a figurehead the women want to meet, and believe me, that gets old pretty fast.
So while I’m grateful for all that I have, I must find my next creative project, maybe a book about my art or one about my mother or maybe turning my old age into an art form? They’re all possibilities. OK, I’ve just forgotten about whose president.