This morning I woke anxious, afraid. I read the news and moved toward panic. What if he steals the election? What if no one stands up to him? What if this is the end?

I sound paranoid, pathetic, whining like a child, but that's how I felt this morning. That's the accurate reporting of the beginning of my day.

Then I walked to work listening to a podcast. Two wise people counseling me, prompting good thinking in me. I walked two miles across town one step at a time.

At the office I poured a cup of cold water and sipped, turned on the air and wiped my sweaty brow, unpacked my bag and sat at the desk to begin my day's work.

I'm still worried. I'll admit that. But I have work to do. In three months I'll vote. I'm giving money to candidates in whom I believe. I'm writing these words. I'm sipping the water and have walked across town listening to smart people offering help. And I'm starting in on the work needing to be done. Good work that will help others.

And help me. To believe. To hope. To keep going.