So it’s been a month since Inauguration Day and the Women’s March on Washington. Yeesh. It feels more like a year. In the first few weeks post-Inauguration, I burned myself out. I was marching every weekend, calling my senators every chance I got, and staring at Twitter every waking moment. I’ve been politically engaged and active in electoral politics for as long as I can remember, but I’m new to activism, and have found myself unsure how to be effective since the Women’s March. Something had to change, so I reached out to a friend to get some advice on activism.
My feet hurt, my back aches, & I’ve become slightly claustrophobic. But I wouldn’t trade my day at the Women’s March on Washington for the world, because yesterday I got to glimpse democracy in action. I got to march hand in hand with my mama as we stood up for minority rights, gay rights, trans rights, and human rights. My family and I took our first steps into the world of activism.