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.
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 ❤️
Talk to you soon!
▪Papa, Mama, and Anthony fangirling over Kdrama▪
▪First pair of thrifted overalls▪
▪Carl the technician (VER & EEG)▪
▪Descanso Enchanted Forest in the rain on Mama's bday▪
▪Mama taking pics of cute Mexican candy▪
"I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."