A nationwide Woman's March happened yesterday after trump's inauguration and I didn't go.
It didn't bother me when I declined my friends' invitations and it didn't bother me when it was happening, but it began to bother me when it was ending and I realized the immense impact and grand scale of the event. Now I'm feeling guilty. Do I care only because it blew up in the media and I just want to feel included? I'm so scared that my regret is derived from impressionability rather than conviction-something I'm still working on. There's no point on dwelling, and I still have a long life ahead to fight for my causes. I only hope that I'm motivated from within, not just by the crowd.
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This past week has been a crazy, beautiful medley of my past, present, and future and I think I'm that much closer to living in moments rather than memories ❤️
MONDAY
Talk to you soon! ▪Papa, Mama, and Anthony fangirling over Kdrama▪
▪Panasonic GH4▪ ▪First pair of thrifted overalls▪ ▪Low-definition beauty▪ ▪Carl the technician (VER & EEG)▪ ▪Descanso Enchanted Forest in the rain on Mama's bday▪ ▪Mama taking pics of cute Mexican candy▪ I just want the night to blanket me as I hide in a confection of cinematic classics.
2017 so far:
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"I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."
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