Clutching onto my apartment in New York City with a white-knuckled grip, donating to causes at the annual fund level to start (Planned Parenthood, the Democratic Socialists of America, and some local causes), and trying to compartmentalize my feelings so they don't overwhelm what's working in my life right now. Oh, and gym time helps a lot (even though Trump got me stress eating sometimes, #ThanksTrump). It's hard to focus on something else when carrying heavy shit.
But hey, I'm also dealing with a close family member dying of advanced cancer, so I sometimes get the sense of freefall when thinking about the state of the world more viscerally than I would otherwise. What a distraction!
There's also a sick sense of interest: for those who survive, what will the world after Trump look like? I mean that literally. A lot of my friends and neighbors, and me, are in populations being targeted by this administration. While I "can't wait" to see what we turn into, I'm giving some thought to who won't be there to find out.