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 ❤️

MONDAY

• Getting sick the Sunday I got back
• Last Econ counselor appointment 😞
• New Bruin Card
• Finalizing my new status as a Film major
• Lunch with Joanna
• Dinner with Natalie and Adi

TUESDAY

• First Film major class (Editing 154)
• White elephant (farting animal coloring book)

WEDNESDAY

• Brunch with Joanna and ran into Helen
• La La Land
• Dinner with Joanna, her guy, and Gina

THURSDAY

• Cinematography with Bryan

FRIDAY

• Catching up with Eva, Helen, Alex, and Jessica
• Women of TFT Potluck with Joanna (saw Shelby!)
• 2nd time at Club 90s dancing the night away

THIS UPCOMING MARTIN LUTHER KING JR WEEKEND

• Movie night with Natalie
• Editing meeting with Jonathan and Haley
• Lunch with Amandooo

Talk to you soon!

I just want the night to blanket me as I hide in a confection of cinematic classics.

2017 so far:

• yelled
• cried in church
• feeling better