This is probably one of those posts that sounded better in my head than it does on paper...
Yesterday I, like many of you, woke up devastated by the news that Leave won the referendum. I was later even more gutted to hear that Cameron, a man I don’t even like, is to stand down as Prime Minister. I looked around the gloomy faces at work and found it hard to muster a smile.
But what's done is done and we now need to start preparing for the consequences. If we remain all doom and gloom then we will be our own self-fulfilling prophecy. We survived the Thatcher years didn't we? (At least those of us who were born). We can get through the Brexit years too.
I've read a lot about people wanting to jump ship. To do exactly what we argued the Brexiteers not to do. To stay in the EU would have allowed us to improve it from the inside. To stay in the UK maybe we can do the same.
Now I'm not much of a patriot. I don't believe there's anything special about where a person is born. I don't wave a flag or support national sports teams (sorry football and rugby fans). At 15 I drummed for the Queen and laughed at how we made such a big thing over some little old woman. But even so I love my country.
I love the peaks and troughs of Wales, the growth of a language that some attempted to bury, and the sounds of a male voice choir. I have made Wales my home and never regretted it, despite the rain.
I've only been to Scotland twice, but fell in love with Edinburgh, which has to be my favourite city on earth.
In Northern Ireland I've only been to Belfast and briefly. But I was deeply moved by the lasting evidence of the Troubles and remember that learning about them brought my political mind to consciousness.
England is my birth land, and while that means little to me, I still love it dearly. The flat green countryside filled with quaint little villages, so different from the Welsh valleys that I live in now. I love the potted history and how it has moulded the English language. I will never be proud of how our ancestors invaded the world, but I am at the same time amazed that such a tiny island could create such military and political might.
I love my country, but I do believe the memories of greatness by some are merely people looking through rose-tinted spectacles. While there are some places I would move to in an instance I don't mean to give up on the UK.
With regards to the EU we can't do anything . We have to hope that people like Carwyn Jones and Nicola Sturgeon can have some influence on proceedings. All we can do is not panic.
Not panic and think of where we can go from here. Yesterday proved that when the people of the UK are engaged in something they will engage with passion and fury. While we may not all see eye to eye on all things we have one thing in common - we are the life and breath of this country. Somehow we need to keep these people engaged in the political process and show them that we can make politics work for us.
We need to get involved with the grassroots of the political parties and mould them to our will. Corbyn's election showed us that was possible. Whether you're socialist and aligned with the Greens or Corbyn's Labour, or liberal and so more aligned with the Lib Dems, or a supporter of Plaid or SNP, get involved. And if you aren't naturally aligned with a political party then that doesn't mean you can't still engage with your community and get them talking about politics.
I don’t really know where I’m going with this. I’m not that good on politics or engagement. I don’t know how exactly we can move forward. But I do know that yesterday I’d never seen a polling station that full and I want to see that at the next election, and the one after that, and for the rest of my life. I want to see politicians working for us. And I don’t want to see the people I care about running away scared when instead they, we, should be part of the solution.