But I’m not.
Marching, I mean.
I wanted to march. I was ready to head to Washington and join my brothers and sisters in a stand against hatred and divisiveness. I wanted to let it be known that I’m not willing to have my rights as a woman compromised. We have worked for long and hard. Fuck letting this administration get it’s grubby, itsy bitsy, miniscule little fingers on my rights.
I am pretty sure the universe finds it adorable when I make plans.
I’m not complaining about the plans that are getting in the way of me marching this weekend. I am driving a state away to collect my husband. It’s been a long 3 weeks, you guys.
I will be marching in spirit.
I will be there in person for the next one, and the one after that. Because we can’t afford to be complacent. We must be diligent. We have to resist and not allow hatred and bigotry to become normalized.
Now, it begins. The day has come.
I’m not grieving like I was back in November. I’m sure as fuck not happy about this, but I am resolved. I will stay involved. I will continue to call my elected officials weekly, if not daily, and let them know what I find unacceptable and what I expect them to do about it.
I refuse to see my immediate future as desolate and abysmal. Fuck that.
I plan to find as much to laugh about as I can over the next 4 years. I plan to spend time with my family and find ways to be useful. I will alternate between putting my head down and plowing through and holding my head up and being proud of who I am. I will reject bigotry when I encounter it.
I will not give in to fear. I will not bow in the face of hatred. I will be kind to strangers and attempt to acknowledge people I encounter with a friendly word. That one is hard because people freak me the fuck out. I will forgive myself for the moments when I am afraid or I turn away from bad behavior because I am intimidated. I will forgive myself for the times when I stare at the floor and pretend other people aren’t around me. I am not perfect, but I am trying.
I’m also going to play with Alfie the kitty because he’s adorable.
I hope you all have a lovely weekend. I will be making up for lost time with my big man. Which means we’ll probably take a long nap together.
Okay, and here’s Dude on his first vacation. Randy insisted on taking him the last time we visited our mountain friends. Mountain girl, much to my surprise, got her own Dude, only she named him Rudy. Randy was in stuffed dog heaven.
Sending you all thoughts of peace and strength and laughter. We got this.