Only three years, 11 months, three weeks, and two days before the next inauguration. And it can’t come soon enough. What’s always supposed to feel like a fresh start and clean slate, has been mostly a month of dread. I’m almost always anxious about these new policies, “leaders,” and what it will mean to my community. And if I’m being real, what it means to my potential employment because the federal funding for legal aid is potentially on the chopping block. I know I’ll survive these next four years, but I don’t envision that it will be easy. On a much more positive note, I’m not taking lying down nor…