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Sitting Out The Women’s March

I’m a practice-what-you-preach-actions-speak-louder-than-words-put-your-money-where-your-mouth-is type.

At least I am most of the time.

Although I was a placard carrying chanter at last year’s Women’s March in Chicago, I sat out the 2018 event. I could site fears of random violence such as the Las Vegas shooting tragedy, but that’s not what kept me away.

I was tired.

Tired of unethical politicians? Yes

Tired of practices that harm the environment? Yes

Participating in the Women’s March would have given voice to my concerns, but I was literally tired. I’d worked long hours all week and attending a rally was more work, worthwhile work, but work all the same.

The thought of boarding the Metra to Chicago (last year it passed by my stop) or driving into Chicago (luckily the driver found parking) and waiting to begin the march (I couldn’t hear the speakers from where I stood) exhausted me.

I bailed. I slept in. I drank coffee. I felt guilty.

Then I reflected.

Last year’s march left me with I’m-going-to-change-the-world goals. Constraints of personal obligations, limited time, and inadequate resources tempered my idealistic ambitions.

First Idealistic Goal That Bit The Dust

“I will run for office and strive to make the world a better place.”

Last year one of those placards must have bopped me in the head causing the common sense portion of my brain to temporarily malfunction when I seriously considered that one.

Voting qualified as the most political action I’ve ever taken.

“I will run for office . . .” morphed to “I will work for candidates who are running for office.”

What offices? Who’s running? What causes do they support? I asked myself and came up empty.

“I will work for candidates . . .” changed to “I will become informed about issues that are important to me.”

This one I nailed!


Reading The Week: The best of the U.S. and International Media magazine became my weekly assignment. Watching PBS News Hour became my daily homework.

I know enough now to take informed political pot shots. Posts filled the “Politics” category of my blog.


Second Idealistic Goal That Crashed And Burned

 “I will save the environment!”

By osmosis the collective energy of the 250,000 marchers seeped through my skin. With an I-will-safeguard-the-environment attitude I signed petitions and emailed congressmen.

Still Trump downsized Bears Ears and Grand Staircase Escalante National Monuments, which benefit oil, gas, coal, and mining interests. He censored Climate Change web sites. His administration decreed that it would no longer consider the accidental killing of birds a violation of the Migratory Bird Treaty Act.

Most of the National Parks Advisory Board resigned in protest because Interior Secretary Ryan Zinke refused to meet with them. I’m guessing that Zinke hasn’t read any of my emails.

“I will save the environment” downgraded to “I will save my environment.”




I joined the local Audubon Society and planted milkweed in my yard for a monarch butterfly respite.


So the big changes I didn’t make became small changes I did make.

Now if everyone did that . . .

2 thoughts on “Sitting Out The Women’s March”

  1. Good practical choice. I have been “saving” my little corner of the world for quite some time now. butterflies. bees and old people. That’s all I can manage. 🐝🦋


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