I have to admit. I shy away from 99% of politics. Probably closer to 99.9%. It honestly hasn't been good for my mental health. Last year we sat out of the march.
Not this year.
Saturday, January 20, 2018 was my first official act of resistance.
Anxiety. All the anxious thoughts. So many people. And the anger around the state of things. I was silent for most of the march. Taking in my surroundings. Being observant. Reading the fabulous signs.
Today I marched in solidarity, to show my gratitude, and to be another body to show them how loud our voices are.
Thank you to my sisters and brother at the front lines. Being the voice for us all.
Why did you march?