"Now find your team. And get to work."
By Jennifer Anderson (Actor/Singer/Running for Senate in 2018 because why not)
Well Crazytown, here we are. One week into a reality that not many of us here in New York were willing to accept as a possibility. I have to admit, I never really did. There was a pit in the depths of my stomach about it, there was that nagging voice about not counting your chickens before they hatched, but if I’m really being honest with myself, I didn’t think the words “President Trump” would be anything but a colossal joke or the plot line to a new dystopian novel for teens. (The movie version would have a titular character played by an unhinged Gary Busey.)
When I first sat down to write my article this week, the result was a 1300 word emotional purge filled with sorrow and rage and the faintest glimpse of optimism and maybe some a lot of wine. All I've been doing this week is reading- articles, opinion pieces, letters, tweets, tea leaves, tarot cards, the heavens. My words felt like the same rehashing of everything I've taken in and experienced first hand. Another scream into the echo chamber of millions of screams. So I scraped it all. In its place, I'm going to share a letter written by Leslie Knope to our nation. This is longer than my aforementioned 1300 words, and longer than the recommended Crazytown 1000 word limit, but I do hope you'll stay with me here because I think you'll enjoy it. I did.