On January 21st, 2017 the largest protest in United States history began across the country. Two hundred thousand people converged on Washington DC for the Women’s March. Up to five million joined them across the nation. Millions more joined around the world.
Four years ago.
It seems like decades.
Since that march there have been many others and for many other reasons. We have marched for equality, to end racism, to end fascism and an unchecked administration.
And now we come to a crossroads. Tomorrow is election day. And I’m tired. Deeply tired. Tired of arguing, tired of fighting. Tired of screaming about things I shouldn’t have to scream about. I just want to lie down. For a moment, for any amount of time just to catch my breath. I am tired of having to find the energy to get back up. Endlessly getting back up from another sucker punch.
Shaking our heads in disbelief seems to be a daily event now.
It is exhausting.
I don’t even have the energy to write. I can’t find the words. So I will leave this post with the words and voices of others. The first was from the Women’s March in 2017.
The second, for the marches we have still to come.
I am tired. But I am not finished.
