This is supposed to be the time and place to just write, whatever it is that comes to miming, through my fingers on the keys.
Right? Yeah. I’m working through it all.
I focus on one month at a time, trying not to look too far ahead of myself in this year that feels vital somehow. It’s 2017 and it’s only the third month in. I still have a chance to do something great.
January was great. January was Mexico. So far, not much can top that. It’s hard when starting a new year with such an adventure, so long waited for, but I try to keep an open mind about the possibilities I could still discover are on the way.
I feel like I want to do something. As the day of that January
was taking place, I was not in the crowds of faces, all carrying signs and there to fight back.
I was in a hotel room, in Detroit Michigan and watching it all unfold on the television. I had other things on my mind, as I felt traveling alone was enough of a sign, symbolic that I would not hide away any longer. I would be seen and I would do something for me.
I, as a woman, I had my immediate goal of making it to Mexico by myself, which I didn’t know would turn out so well, not at the time.
I want to do something, since then, all the more. I will take steps, in this month of newness of a season.
With both Women’s History Month and recently it having been the International Women’s Day, I wonder still what we women should be, what we are expected to be from society.
Are we the gentle, feminine lamb or the strong, fierce lioness?
I fear being lost in those crowds. That day wasn’t only an U.S. thing. It was done all over the world. It’s sometimes like the U.S. is the only place that matters, or that’s how the world sees it coming from the centre of North America, but we all want justice and respect.
So, my inability to see my way through such massive bunches of people means I fight in other ways, I march in other manifestations.
I use technology to my advantage. I look to those who have seen more and are working to bring change.
We don’t have to be one or the other. We can be lambs and lions, as this month suggests, even when that scares some of the less enlightened among us.