We did it. We won. (Patreon)

I felt nothing. 

Just, a total absence of feeling. 

It wasn't until my friend sent me the video of New York's skyline filled with a cacophony of people cheering and horns honking that I began sobbing. 

The last four years I've spent actively willing myself to remain numb each time I read a headline (I am not very good at it), so reading the words that he's officially lost... I'm still holding my breath. I'm still waiting for the shoe to drop. Waiting for the slap to land. Stay numb. Stay numb. 

It was the sound of people, real people, filling up their lungs and all the space around them with celebration that cut through my nothingness. At first it was just the hair on my arms that stood on end, then every inch of my body was covered in goosebumps and then I was doubled over with my face buried in the crook of my arm while I sobbed out my relief, sobbed out four years of holding my breath. 

There is still work to do. There will always be more work to do. But one way you make that long-haul sustainable is by celebrating the wins when they come.   

We did it. We won.
-Rebecca Nagle

We did it.

We won.

Celebrate to purge the last four years from your body and soul.

Then we get to work.