Women's March

This Saturday I am attending the Women's March in the city. I have never felt so much disdain, disgust and hopeless since the election results and I want to be a part of something important. My mom is a mini history buff. Growing up she would make my brother and I learn about dead presidents and other historical figures. I have and always been proud to be an American because I recognize that our freedom is unparalleled.

But as a minority and a women, I also recognize that these freedoms were not always so easy to obtain for people like me. Until a week ago I used to read under the American Flag that faced my reading chair. I bought it soon after Sean graduated from the Navy because I was feeling super patriotic. Even after the Sean debacle, I still found solace in the colors and the stars and the stripes. I felt comfort for the country of my birth and now my choice.

This weekend I took the flag down. Folded it properly and placed it on the top shelf of my closet. It may return when i feel decency and democracy has return. In it's place is now a quote by Tina Fey. 

I was told not to worry, that things would not be so bad but dammit all to hell if am not feeling a little less confidant in this county I love. Dammit all to hell, as I scratch my head in  bewilderment. Democracy seems to be falling apart around me and everyone is shrugging it off as the new norm.

So I've decided to March this Saturday. And any and all Saturday's after that. I've decided to get involve and use my voice for good.  I've decided to voice my concerns. I may not have voted for this candidate but I am a citizen of these states that he is so flippant in disregarding

I am nervous and anxious and honestly, maybe even a little scared. But the stakes feel too high to let that get in the way of what's right.

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