It’s 2:30am, and my whiskey glass is empty. Clearly it’s the perfect time to share my thoughts on Facebook regarding the election.
Fifteen years ago I sat on my couch in Hoboken, NJ after hearing the worst news of my life. A dear friend of mine had been murdered. Salty tears from my eyes mixed with a burning fire in my belly.
A 22 year old woman at the time, I got an undeniable feeling I knew I couldn’t ignore. A feeling that I must get involved. I must do something. That now was the time, that my voice needed to be heard. That I would stop at nothing to make some noise. And I would use my super powers as a past sorority president to round up the troops and form an army for change.
What ensued was 13 years of ass kicking. Literally and figuratively. I damn near destroyed myself on my crusade to help women believe they were worth fighting for.
Then one day, after speaking to a million people or so, and having built a stellar team to carry on the mission, something shifted. As I rocked my newborn baby daughter one morning, I felt a sense of completion. My work was done. The fire in my belly was gone.
By age 35, I had crossed the bridge from pain to peace. The fight was over. It was time to move on. But the fight had become my identity – it was hard to release. I hoped the years of my young adulthood ignited some justice and peace in the world. I was proud that we accomplished big women’s work in a man’s world, with a groin kick and a smile.
Since ending that chapter of my life four years ago, I’ve been helping others seek their truth and share their message via Evoso. Using what I learned from my years with Girls Fight Back, I work with hundreds of people and companies who are crusaders and game changers. But I’ve remained largely behind the curtain.
Tonight, fifteen years since getting the worst news of my life, I sit on my couch in Boulder. I’m coming to terms with more bad news – the outcome of this presidential election. Specifically, I’m digesting what this means for women, non-Christians, LGBTQ and other minorities.
I love Canada and all, but I love the USA more. Let’s stick around and fix this mess. Call me crazy, but I still believe in this country. And if the federal government won’t commit to protect the rights of its people, I will. (and I know I’m not alone)
I’m 39 now
And that old feeling is back
My belly is burning
Hello, old friend
This doesn’t happen often
But I know it when I feel it
Shit is about to get real