Change is the one constant, and you’d think knowing that, I would have managed to be better by now at coping with it and even embracing it. But my knee-jerk reaction is momentary hysteria, followed by oh yeah, it’s all gonna be fine..and maybe even better.
If you’re new to my blog or to me, and this is your first time here, welcome. I’m so glad you stopped by.
This blog began in 2009, before blogs were even a “thing” like they are now.
In fact, I had to call my cousin Erik and ask him what a blog actually was and how to start one.
I was trying to get a book deal at the time, and a publisher told me I needed to create a blog to gather fans. But the funny thing is, I had a feeling about it as I was starting it. I felt like it was going to take me somewhere unexpected. I felt like it was going to lead me to something big.
And the truth is it did.
This blog has taken me on adventure after adventure, while honing my skills. Me and my big blogging mouth became political activists, impacted honest to goodness television news, rallied the troops to get healthcare passed, and eventually began writing for The Huffington Post, which was still Arianna’s baby at the time. (She sold it in 2011 to AOL.)
As of yesterday, however, HuffPost, as it is now called, did away with their contributor’s platform, and thus, another new era begins.
I’ve been giving a lot of thought lately to how we change the world. On the eve of the second Women’s March tomorrow and the anniversary of the first one a year ago, I am pondering the various ways we all contribute.
A year ago, I was moved to tears as my friends and I approached the massive crowd in New York City, the likes of which no one had ever seen before.
The love was palpable and so was the peace. It was the living embodiment of “we’re all in this together.”
Most of us are not inclined to lead. We’ll follow gladly, but not be the one to lead the charge. The thing is we don’t have that luxury anymore.
Every one of us must face our own discomfort and do what we can. If you’ve never seen yourself this way before, see yourself this way now.
As my friend Lorraine once said in a completely different context, “If you’re not dead, get up!”
Seriously. If you’re waiting for someone to come in and save you, forget it. Get up. It’s time we saved ourselves and each other.
Last year, as we were marching, I could see the music video of this event playing out in my mind.
As I started to put it together, I found people from around the world eager to contribute and send pictures and video clips of the various marches.
I enlisted the talents of a young filmmaker named Dustin Scully to help me realize this vision. The result is the following video of my song “We are the Ones.”
I hope that tomorrow will serve as a reminder of what unites us. I hope that each of us will remember to lend a hand, build each other up, lead the way, and be the voice for the voiceless.Thank you for stopping by. Please tell your friends, and visit again.