Robert Frost has long been one of my favorite poets. I can remember studying his work in school, dissecting the words he wrote, trying to understand their meaning, and having much of it fly over my Advanced English high schooler head. But little did I know that years down the road I would not only finally understand what he was trying to say, but that it would resonant within my soul.

Unless you’ve been living in a remote cave or under a rock, you’ve probably heard of a little thing called the Women’s March. What started as an idea to march on Washington to express dissatisfaction (to put it very, very mildly) over the inauguration of our inept 45th president grew into a grassroots movement that swept across the nation and the world. Millions of people in over 600 sister marches and rallies took to the streets to say that this is not our president, that we will not be silenced, that we will not sit idly by in the face of injustice.

I attended one such rally, a first for me in my almost 30 years on this planet. It was an amazing, eye opening experience. At times I was almost overcome as the collective emotion of the crowd and the momentousness of day started to sink in. Departing the plaza several hours later, I felt emboldened, with a clarity of purpose that I’d been struggling to achieve. Because today was the easy part. The real fight begins tomorrow, and every day after that, as we face four years of uncertainty, of untrustworthy promises, of potential threats.

This leads to one of the most important things I learned, what had helped me pick a path at my personal crossroad- in order to make an impact we have to be heard and we have to be seen. It is time to step beyond our comfort zones and do all that we can, every time that we can. Our individual strengths, focused on a single purpose, will be a formidable force. We are the resistance.

Because this is absolutely, unequivocally, a resistance. And the key to resistance is persistence. This will not be a quick and easy fight. We will not wake up tomorrow morning to find that impeachment proceedings have magically started. They will try to discredit us. They will do all they can to stop us.

But they will not succeed.

Because we will fight, and we will stay the course. We have the numbers. We have the strength. We are the 51% minority.

So I have picked my road. It may be the one less traveled, it may be daunting and shrouded in obscurity, but I travel it proudly and fearlessly. One foot in front of the other, I will travel it for the rest of my days.


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