This morning my Instagram feed was full of pics about the upcoming Women’s March on Washington. Well, okay, books too, but the closer we get to the 21st, the more people are getting involved. This makes me incredibly proud, but also a little sad.
These days I’m lucky I can stand long enough to do dishes, never mind march for civil rights.
It doesn’t help that some of the slogans that people are using seem to reach out and pinch those of us who can’t march. I know they aren’t actually for us—they’re for those sitting by in apathy, doing nothing—but it still sucks that I can’t be there.
Still, I realized something.
These marches have historically been people more powerful joining hands with people less powerful to achieve the same goal. Every movement has been about someone stronger lifting up someone less strong—whether in voice, privilege, or ability.
It’s hard for me to let others do for me, when I’d rather do it myself. It’s difficult for me to just sit and watch, rather than participate.
I never thought I’d be sitting on this side of history; when reading about The March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom—AKA the civil rights march—as a kid, I always felt this burning passion inside of me. I knew, had I been born decades earlier, I would’ve marched right alongside those women and men. In reality, my body is the opposite of willing and able.
And that’s okay.
It’s also okay if you’re not marching, too.
You don’t have to explain why to anyone.
In your heart, you know what you stand for. You know what you believe and who you support. And you can resist in other ways.
Keep making art.
Keep raising children who love.
Keep posting selfies.
Keep making posters for your town.
Keep denouncing hate.
Keep spreading love, even if in “small” ways.
Because when someone hates you—for how you look, who you love, what illnesses you live with—the loudest torch you can carry is to keep living, in spite.
Let your fire blaze bright.
However, if it’s the cost of travel that’s holding you back from marching, there are many sister marches happening all around the world. I had no idea until I saw a few overseas ones this morning on IG. There are even several in Connecticut, so I might actually be able to go to one, depending on how I feel. Click here to search by your state or country.
Then rise, baby, rise.