Today, I changed my profile picture on social media to a black square, symbolizing my grief.
Today, I went to yoga, allowing myself to be both grounded and lifted up by my practice and yoga community.
Today, I chose to not watch the inauguration.
Today, I wrote over 700 more words on my novel. Each day, I show up and add more words and they begin to add up to something substantial. They add up to scenes, to pages, to characters, to stories, eventually to a full novel.
In the days and years ahead of us, showing up each day to what is happening in our communities, states and country will be critical. Each action, no matter how small, adds up to something substantial.
Make that call to your representative voicing your concern about healthcare or education or the environment or whatever cause is dear to your heart.
Join a local political action group.
Write an Op-Ed.
Reach out to somebody in your community who feels afraid, disenfranchised.
Take radical care of yourself.
Remember, this is a marathon, not a sprint.
Today, as I grieve at what we’ve lost and are afraid of losing I am also looking at what we have gained.
We have gained an awakening.
People are waking up from complacency.
Waking up to the sobering responsibilities of being a citizen of the great country.
I see people waking up to support each other.
To lift each other up.
To standing up to bullies, misogyny, racism, xenophobia.
Standing up for progress.
Tomorrow I will join many of you as I attend a local progressive rally in my very conservative town before heading to our state capitol for the Sister March.
There will be excitement.
There will be passion.
There will be pussyhats and signs and lots and lots of energy.
But that is only the very first step in a very long journey.
So, yes, today a black square is representing my mourning.
Tomorrow, it will be replaced by my original picture with the words, “When sleeping women wake, mountains move.”
Today, I mourn. Tomorrow I take the first of many, many steps to move mountains.
I hope you’ll join me.