I’ve never been much into mysticism. Meditation and the third eye are fine things… for other people. As for me, my brain is rooted in a world of practicality. I blame my Republican upbringing and excellent grasp of reality. Still, I keep hearing all these amazing things about yoga. A former co-worker used to tell me how not only was it making her stronger, but she left classes feeling centered and at one with her world. I have plenty of…
Last night I sat on the porch with my roommate as she scrolled through Facebook on her phone. “I’m over everyone with these ‘I Love Us’ stuff,” she said without looking away from the screen. “What are you talking about?” I replied. “You know how they do profile pictures for holidays, well they have a Valentine’s one that says ‘I Love Us’ with a heart and a ton of people are switching to it.” “Barf.” She giggled on the dark porch….
I didn’t march on Saturday. I had no excuse. The truth is, I’m pretty intimidated by that kind of situation and protest, which isn’t something I’m proud of. Instead of pushing those feelings down and joining what was a profound global movement with impressive numbers, I’m writing this blog today. This blog won’t be any where near as inspiring or powerful as the women’s march. It won’t be as well spoken or political as some of the things I’ve read on…