I’m riding an emotional roller coaster out here. Talking to real voters at their doors grounds me.

CEDAR RAPIDS, IOWA — It’s 5 degrees and sunny. Crisp and sharp. It feels good to walk, and knock, and talk. So far all the news about the progressive infighting hasn’t come up in the conversations I’m having at the doors. Is it just a Twitter-bubble battle?

Out here knocking on doors for Bernie Sanders, I’ve let myself feel more than I usually allow. I feel the stakes of this race. I allow myself to hope in the face of so much suffering, greed and suicidal social inertia. The scary thing about letting yourself hope, is that it’s just a bad bet. You’re setting yourself up to fall. There is so much work to be done, and so little time.

It’s the hottest decade on record, Australia’s burning, Indonesia’s flooding, ocean hot spots are killing a million birds just like that, mass migration from the Global South is increasing societal tensions that help fuel facism. Terrifying tipping points are a matter of time. For real doom and gloom. The climate crisis is here.

Still, hope is rising up in me. I’m feeling sanguine. My favorite word. I’m taking solace in Bernie’s increasing popularity, in the movement formations endorsing him daily. It feels like we are all surging. It’s a movement moment in the United States. For the first time, candidates can compete without taking the money that makes them puppets and liars. An electoral revolution is possible. Scalable crowdfunding technology and Bernie made this real in 2016. Now, the fight to remake the Democratic Party is on.