It’s been just over a year since that fateful Election Day. And what a long and short year it’s been, friends.

Too much has happened.

At a certain point, local No Kings protests didn’t cut it for me anymore. So how did I mark this dreary anniversary? By taking my beloved and paying the capital a visit yesterday. Yes, we took three days: flew in, marched morning till evening, then flew back home today.

Refuse Facism and other organizations are calling on all Americans to come hang in DC daily until we the People drive the fascist out of office by sheer pressure. A non-violent revolution from the bottom up — sounds so beautiful and lofty and necessary — and freaking impossible right now. Not even talking about the mess at the airports that’s about to get worse due to shutdowns, not even talking about missing your kids’ recitals or whatnot, who can take time off work and come hang out in an entirely different city indefinitely? And sleep where? And pay how much to care for their pets? Etc. etc.

So yeah, while I absolutely love the idea, I personally — and it’s just me, just one person — not seeing the practical way to make it happen. Yet.

But. I wonder: what if we all took turns? Maybe starting with people within driving distance? And the people with virtual jobs? And of course retired folks? Where would y’all be staying? I don’t know! But maybe it’s time to start brainstorming.

Because while the practicalities may seem insurmountable to me right now, I also believe in the impossible. The impossible is made of tiny miracles, isn’t it?

For now, according to the organizers, about 1,000 people showed up. Not anywhere near the millions we need. Yet, everything has to start somewhere, right?

Of course I don’t know what will actually happen, none of us do, even as predictions abound. But I was proud to be there on this glorious day and be a part of what might just become a beautiful beginning of something big. Maybe. Who knows anything in these wild times we live in. But we still gotta live in these times, don’t we, and we still gotta be as real as possible (while feeding our families), and show up the best way we can.

We all know what we can’t do. Just sit back and watch.

Please wish us all luck, comrades ❤