Was it just me or was former President George W. Bush’s face and him playing peek-a-boo with a plastic sheet during the Inauguration pretty much a majority of us that day?! I swear, every time I needed a good laugh last Friday that was the only picture I looked at from the Inauguration!
Also, can I please give mad props to Hillz for showing up, rocking a white suit, and being so graceful. Still with her…still.with.her.
I have to say, last Thursday night (the day before the Inauguration) I went to bed sad, even though I had posted one of my favorite Martin Luther King, Jr. quotes to my Instagram feed. I was still sad about by Hillary’s loss, Obama leaving, and where our country stood, so I wasn’t really looking forward to the next day.
On Friday, I texted back and forth between best friends, as we tried to avoid the Inauguration, and decided that Kelly Anne Conway’s outfit was quite unclear. Later that night, I realized that none of my friends would be able to make it to the Women’s March in Houston on Saturday morning. I mean, they were actually doing legit things like giving talks on gender equality, getting chiropractic certifications, nursing heart patients, etc. For a bit there, I was actually thinking about not even going. Then that totally defeats the point of the march, so I decided to go alone.
Since I’m also training for a 5K, I thought I’d turn my “transportation” to the march into my training run. When I turned the corner on the Buffalo Bayou Park Trail, and saw the Houston Downtown skyline, I was stunned. (I also couldn’t breathe from the running, but that’s a different story.)
I was stunned to see so many people come out—I almost wanted to cry. (My sides were also cramping—again…different story.) It was such a surreal experience for me as I marched with them—women, men, children, dogs—everyone! I had never done anything like that before, and the sick feeling I had for the past couple of days was getting better.
This is not even an eighth of the number of people show showed up on Saturday!
(Image from my Instagram.)
I am glad I ended up going, and was part of something so historical. What I saw within the Houston march, and the millions of other people who came out to march worldwide is that there is so much good out there. The awesome energy, the creative signs, empowering attitudes—it all leads to such great hope for women…for all people. I do believe that glass ceiling will shatter one day.
P.S. If you have not already seen the Black-ish episode, “Lemons,” I highly recommend it. It covers so many points, questions, and issues from Election Day and onward, but in a light-hearted way that connects to you. Also, if you have never watched Black-ish—watch it…immediately.