Yesterday was a tough day for many. Overlooking the obvious (Election results, which I was going to be unhappy with no matter what as a Bernie Sanders supporter), I was greeted with a flat tire at 13th & Locust while I was on my way to work:
As you can see, it was also raining, a trend which continued throughout the entire day. There might be some symbolism in that. Already late and exhausted from staying up late to watch returns, I was thrown a small bit of fortune in the form of an Indego station just across the intersection from where I realized my tire went flat:
I was able to finish my morning commute via bicycle. After work, I tackled fixing the tire. I was not a fan of Indego at first (even though I liked the idea), but it's saved my ass on numerous occasions, and I'm glad it exists. Excuse me as I mount my soapbox for a paragraph:
Projects like Indego don't come about by electing a President. They come about by electing local officials and supporting efforts in your community to make the small world around you a better place. Having a figurehead in your corner sure doesn't hurt, but the local game is really where this all begins. I experience many of these small joys that remind me there's always hope, and I hope you'll all remember that too, as I remain optimistic that we can ride towards a better future...
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