Over the past week, AGMA has run at half marathon, helped newly naturalized citizens to register to vote, worked five corporate chair massage jobs, had one table massage client, went out to dinner with friends, attended a Bible study, had a bang trim, and marched in the Atlanta March For Your Life march (after running 6 miles in the morning before the march.)
I’m freakin’ exhausted.
And I leave on my trip in less than 12 hours and still not done packing. So why am I writing this post? Great question….
This is not normal AGMA modus operandi.
Once upon a time, I was bored. AGMA reflects upon that time fondly…
This was pre-blog, pre-running, pre-tRump, and before I transitioned over to corporate chair massage work. Post-blog and running, things were still a bit slow so I started a little eBay business. All was chugging along nicely.
Then November 8, 2016 happened.
All hell broke loose and life hasn’t been the same since.
My new interest in saving the US from the grip of a wannabe fascist, Putin loving, pussy grabbing, narcissistic, homophobic, xenophobic traitor nudged out my little eBay business.
It’s for a good cause..
AGMA knew I hadn’t sold anything for a the past few months, but I didn’t realize how bad I had neglected things until I went to put my “store” on “vacation”. To clarify, vacation is when you tell people they can still buy stuff from you, but it just won’t get shipped out until you get back.
Turns out I never turned off my vacation settings from my LAST trip in late January/early Feb.
No wonder I haven’t been selling anything.
Things will be better when we get back from our trip
Well, actually no. We leave 2 days later for an out of town wedding. After the wedding things will settle down.
Well, actually no. We are home for nine days then got to Chicago for almost a week.
Now we’re into May.
But probably not even then. Benedict Donald is still around and is even more batsh*t crazy than ever.
No wonder I’m freakin’ exhausted.
But the March For Our Lives. Ah, the March…
Organized and put on by students survivors of the Parkland mass shooting a mere 5+ weeks afterwards. Teens who are far braver than I and stronger than most. Teens who are more eloquent than I could ever hope to be. Teens who have allowed me to hope again, I mean really hope, for the future of our country.
The March was worth whatever extra energy I had to expend to be there.
I’ve seen estimates of up to 70,000 marchers in Atlanta. Not sure about the exact number but AGMA can testify that there were a sh*tload of people downtown on Saturday.
But our crowd looked minuscule compared to the “mother ship” in Washington DC. Half a million plus? And YUGE crowds in Boston and Chicago and LA and New York and Miami and, and, and….
And like the Women’s March in January of 2017, there were sister marches all over the globe.
And all orchestrated by teens who less than 6 weeks ago saw friends and teachers murdered in cold blood at their school.
If that doesn’t give you goosebumps, then I don’t know what will. I honestly have goosebumps as I write this.
The winds of change are starting to blow…do you feel it?
And AGMA plans to be available to help these amazing young people as much as I possibly can, exhausted or not.
But that’s okay…I can always pick up my eBay gig after November 10, 2020. Or after the Orange Cheeto-head goes to jail.
Which ever comes first.
Gotta go finish packing…