All day yesterday I felt really weird.
Sick to my stomach, yet full of anger.
TV and the internet were avoided like the plague.
All week, I had been on the fence about attending the Women’s March on Chicago. I was afraid of the crowds and the possibility of violence, but I knew I should be there.
On the first day of this administration, we need to take a stand, so I hoped on my bike and rode down the lakeshore path to Jackson and Columbus in Grant Park to attend the rally.
I mostly just listened and looked around, taking all of it in. It was great to see families and their young children, groups of young women, and groups of older women, all gathering together in a common fight.
My favorite part is always the creativity of the signs people bring to protests. Below are some of my favorites.