What Would Mary Margaret Do?


This has been a hard week for everyone. On Tuesday, my mom and I voted early in the morning and spent the rest of the day doing errands. I bought the newest Xmen movie. Things felt normal. I went to sleep that night feeling so hopeful that I'd wake up the next day to the first woman president of the United States.

Then, I rolled over around 4am. The world was dark and my hope flickered. Flickered. Flickered. And went out when I reached for my phone and found out that a man who preached racism and so much hatred was suddenly in charge of my country.

I just started crying. It was raining and I knew the Gods were crying, too.

For hours, I laid in bed crying, clutching my Baymax plush to my chest and reading all the tweets I'd missed. I was crushed. Devastated. Shocked.

In my mind, this election had been a fight against evil. We were supposed to be the Charmed Ones going after The Source. We were supposed to cast our circle, call on the power and strength and the wisdom of all the generations that had come before us. We were supposed to vanquish the darkness and let love and light win the day.


Instead, I was forced to face a terrible reality that our country hadn't learned from it's mistakes and that half the population (or, at least, half the people who turned up to vote) supported a man who mocked the disabled and who vowed to erase all the progress we had made over the past eight years.

In my Twitter feed, I saw that the wonderful Marianne Williamson said she was going to broadcast live on Facebook after the election so I went searching her page. I recommend watching her video. I cried through the whole thing and chanted Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna long after she said to try and get some sleep.

Sleep didn't come easily. It still doesn't, days later.

Tuesday, I was hopeful.

Wednesday, I was crushed.

Thursday, I was in shock.

Friday, I was angry that people were already telling me to get over it.

Today, I'm ready to get to work.

We can't just get over it. We can't go numb or shrug off what happened. We can't ignore the signs. We can't accept what happened.

Honestly, I'm about to say something that could possible upset everyone. Ready? I don't think it would have mattered who won the presidential election. Yes, I wish more states had been blue. Yes, I am with her. YES, I WISH BERNIE HAD WON THE PRIMARY! But, let's face it. The fact that Trump and Pence were on the ballot at all means there's a huge problem we have to deal with.
We can't keep crying. We can't let ourselves stay numb with shock. We can't just take our rage to Twitter.

What Would Mary Margaret Do? has become my motto. My philosophy for life. If you don't know who she is, I don't know if we can be friends. Kidding. Sort of. She's a main character on Once Upon a Time and her fairytale counterpart is Snow White. She looks for the best in everyone and is so kind, generous, and so full of hope. She's my spirit animal.



That should read "I don't want to JUST be Mary Margaret anymore."

This has been a difficult week for everyone. I think we should all strive to be kind, when we can. We should offer hugs, tissues, and a shoulder to cry or lean on. The Golden Rule comes into play here...treat others how you wish to be treated.

With that said...if I was being a jerk, I'd want someone to point it out. If I said something offensive to someone, I would definitely want someone to tell me so I could apologize and make it right. If I was about to give the green light to a corporation that was going to dishonor sacred land and potentially (most likely) contaminate the drinking water of thousands of people, I'd damn sure want someone to tell me so I could rethink my stance.

Kind, but forceful.

Polite, but firm.

Mary Margaret, but Snow White.

In Once Upon a Time, Snow White is a pretty kickass character. She's a bandit, a warrior, and an amazing shot with a bow. She's a fighter for justice...and rules with an open mind and an open heart. She believes everyone should be given a second chance...or twentieth. And thank the Gods she did because Regina is one of my favorites.

Are you ready to fight? Fight for kindness? Fight with compassion?

Evil didn't win. Just because the election is over and Trump is our president elect doesn't mean the work is over. Voting is only the start. Every single day we have the opportunity to make our voices heard. Make phone calls. Go to town/city/council meetings. Hand out flyers. Stop your friends from making racist jokes. Don't just unfollow or unfriend people on Facebook when they post something you disagree with.

Ask them why they believe that. Listen. Then explain your stance. Have a real conversation.

If you're ever unsure. If you ever want to lash out aggressively. If you ever feel like giving up. It may sound silly, but it helps me. Ask yourself, what would Mary Margaret do?

And keep fighting for your cause.

We can't keep crying. We can't just wallow in self-pity and worry. Yes, we can take time for ourselves. Yes, we need to take care of ourselves and have mental health days. Yes, we need to binge watch the Librarians when the new season comes out on DVD. But, we have to stand up for what's right, for our beliefs. We can't just let ourselves be steamrolled...so many of us were so shocked by what happened. Part of me still can't believe this is where we are...that in January Trump will be my president. But, I can't let myself be shocked. So many others in the country already knew the problems, the darkness that has become a poison in our country. We have closed our eyes to the problems because they hurt to see, they hurt to know. Racism. Sexism. Hatred of minorities.


We have a problem.

Now, let's fix it.

Disclaimer: This website aims to be encouraging, supportive, and enlightening. I'll be posting yoga videos, musings from my mat, meditations, and a whole lot of politics. You might like some of it. You might hate it all. Either way, this is my sacred space and while my intention is to be kind, I also hold the right to turn trolls or just plain negative butt-heads into toads. Or goats...because, contrary to popular belief it is actually very difficult to shrink a human down to the size of a toad. Mary Margaret might be my spirit animal, but I am a witch just like Regina. This is meant to be a safe space for everyone...and even if you disagree with me, you can be polite about it. People might actually listen to you More if you're nice. 

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