The Race For Justice and Equality is a Marathon, Not a Sprint
Rest assured, this is not a political post. I’ve seen enough of those in the past few months leading up to the Presidential inauguration to wear my soul down. I’m overwhelmed, I’m concerned, and yet, I’m hopeful.
Saturday morning I awoke to an Instagram feed full of joyful, loving, proud, strong women and men who turned up in droves around the country, and around the world to take part in the Women’s March. If you’ve been living under a rock, the march was organized to support tolerance, inclusion, reproductive rights, civil rights, racial justice, LGBT rights, the environment, wage equality, gender equality, healthcare, and immigrant rights.
I wanted to take the time to write this brief entry, not only to express my joy at seeing all the people who are willing to make a stand, but to celebrate all the people who make this nation of ours the greatest on earth. I’m amazed at the diversity of people that I come across on a day to day basis. Having traveled to other countries, I feel like people are missing out on the melting pot that is the New York, New Jersey, and Connecticut Tri-State area. Is the situation perfect? Of course not! But the fact that we are able to come together, share our cultures, learn from and impart a little bit of ourselves on each other is nothing short of amazing.
Additionally I want to celebrate the women in my life. Friends, work associates, family members, they have all impacted me over the span of my life. My mother, my rock, is one of the strongest women I know. She’s taught me so much about life, how to treat everybody equally and with respect. And I would be remiss to mention the women in my running group. Ashley, Dominique, Elise, Maya, Natalii and Patricia. You’ve all taught me a lot about friendship, love and how to be a better person. I thank you all for that.
So let’s keep running with our gaze towards the future, remembering that the race towards equal human rights is a long marathon, but one that can be completed.