A gentleman held the coffee shop door for me this morning, waiting ten extra seconds while I rush-walked toward him. I told him he went “above and beyond,” and he beamed. It’s just that kind of morning.
I learned a new word today: hopescrolling, the antidote to doomscrolling. Instagram was supposed to be off limits before lunch, but I gave in and watched people hugging, laughing, dancing, and weeping over the results of a peaceful, orderly midterm election. Happy tears crept into the corners of my own tired eyes.
James Talarico’s acceptance speech in Texas restored some of my faith in people. “They want us focused on how we’re different instead of on how we’re the same,” he said, and I found myself nodding at the screen. He called the strategy of dividing people “the oldest in the world,” and I think we are all finally tired of it. SingJu Post
The day also made history in ways that fill me with hope. Georgia elected its first Black woman governor, New Mexico its first Native American woman governor, Minnesota its first Native woman senator, New Hampshire its first openly gay male senator, and Michigan its first Muslim senator. The House may yet elect its first Black speaker in early 2027. Chattanooga Times Free Press
Iowa’s new governor-elect, Rob Sand, said his campaign was about being “truer and better,” not “bluer or redder.” That’s the spirit I want to carry forward, a shared hope for our common needs, goals, and passions. As Kamala Harris put it, “hallelujah.”
Some mornings the simplest kindness reminds us that we’re more alike than we’ve been told. This golden morning was one of the best.
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