I was planning on going to the women’s march today with friends. The plan was to be at their house and take the train downtown.
The very moment we set a time on Tuesday I couldn’t shake this feeling of dread or fear. It lasted all day on Tuesday, kept coming back around at every pause in the day,
Wednesday when I woke up it was the first thing I thought of and my heart started racing, I texted them and cancelled and the feeling lifted.
I am not sure what it was about, they are there and this is for sure a time I Do Not Want To Be Right, But I also am learning to honor my feelings. At almost 55 years old you would think I would know better how to do or not do what I want. But I’m still learning,
As it turns out Thursday was a very late night at work. Followed by a co-worker coming down with the flu and my heading back into the office at 8:30 in the morning, a short 6 hours after getting home, I got home by 11pm but the getting up to go this morning at 6 would have been difficult. Maybe the dread was the universe knowing I would want to sleep in this morning.
I will write extra letters this week on women’s rights. I’m sure my senators are sick of hearing from me. I have gotten several “thank yous” back so at least staff is getting them.
March on all you fearless ladies. I’m there is spirit.