¡Ningún ser humano es ilegal!

Back in 2016, I was going through quite a political situation at work. To give you the run down, human resources got involved. And when the situation was resolved, the HR director called me on the phone and asked me how I emotionally managed everything.

He said that he’d been dealing with his own nasty political situation in his department, and was having a difficult time navigating. This is to set the scene for what I’m about to say.

When Trump was elected president, I cried for two whole days.

I am a bleeding heart empath and feel the pain of those with less power in society. So when the man who campaigned on a platform of hate was elected to be the leader of my country, I broke.

Maybe my undoing was compounded by my work situation. It probably was.

So, that last few weeks of 2016, I’d already decided that I wasn’t going to spend much longer in my crap job. I was going to leave, somehow. I also wasn’t going to leave without taking all my vacation days.

I also knew that the week that Trump was inaugurated, I didn’t know what kind of protests were going to happen in D.C. But I knew that there would be protests. And whatever they were, I wanted to be there.

So, yes, I spent 8 hours walking in the Women’s March. But the more meaningful event…