I voted remain.
I have a million stories in my head at the moment, and im feeling confused and more than a little afraid.
Already I have heard many others speak passionately about their own ‘stories’.
Yet, this morning the UK spoke collectively (the result works that way), and im beginning to realise that prob the only story that matters is the one I tell myself, because that story will stimulate my emotional response and will ultimately direct my behaviour.
People I love voted out, kind, internationalist human beings, lovely people who are as far from being racist and xenophobic as it’s possible to be.
The crafting of our personal ‘narratives’ and our national ones is where I want to focus as we move forward.