I'm not what you'd call a very active activist. Not to get all political on you or anything, but I do believe that women should get equal pay for equal work, that we need better health care for everyone and Congress needs a good slap up the head, among other things. I admire those women and men that stand up for everyone else, that demand to be heard and and are fighting to make this wold a better place. I'm more of a closet activist, I suppose, cheering on those brave people from the sidelines.
Today I attended my first rally and march for equality, justice and inclusion when I decided to attend the Women's March of Fayetteville, commemorating 2017's Women's March that was held nationally and internationally. I hadn't really planned on going, but I found myself texting my close friend to see if she was going, and well, we met each other at the public library at 11:30 this morning, and spent the next two hours listening to various speakers, chatting with other women and pointing out some of our favorite signs, and of course marching from the town square down to the public library. The weather was beautiful and warm, the speakers were impassioned, the crowd on point with cheers and boos.
It was an amazing day and an amazing event.
Maybe now I'll be more of an active activist. I took the first step today and that's all that it takes.