Good morning sunshine,
I used to think the opposite of fear was love.
So I lived my life with so much love.
I gave it freely and earnestly.
I loved my neighbor.
I treated them with kindness.
But some people will always hate me—
because I’m Black,
because I’m gay,
because I have the audacity to be authentic.
The rejection, the dismissal, the consistent reminder that my love would always be met with disdain,
It was devastating.
So, I fell into outrage.
I let anger swallow me up.
I gave my energy to the pain,
trying to understand why they hate me this much.
But fear feeds on outrage.
Fear feeds on anger.
Fear feeds on pain.
So now I know the opposite of fear is joy—
because fear has no f•cking idea what to do with it.
It can’t consume it.
It can’t turn it into rage.
It can’t make it shrink and hide.
That’s why joy is a form of resistance.
PS. He’s not president yet. Log off. Reclaim your power. And step out of his cycle of fear… even if only for this weekend.
