So many thoughts and feelings. I keep sobbing, seeing Kamala Harris. I grew up on Free to Be You and Me and children’s books telling me girls could grow up to be anything, and then saw that proven wrong over and over in my adult life. This feels like an affirmation of the world my childhood self was promised. Having a president who begins his inaugural by saying “This moment isn’t about me, it’s about the work that needs doing,” after four years of narcissism, is also incredible. And a powerful inaugural poem I’m going to have to listen to and read over a few times to fully appreciate and unpack. So much work to be done, but now we can do it without a madman in the Oval Office making things worse.