Yesterday, I participated in the Women's March in Washington, D.C. It was a long day—on a bus at 5 AM and home in bed after 11 PM. Today it took me 5-minutes to fold a flat shoes. I got to the point where I asked myself, "Why did they invent a queen size bed?" Then I realized that I was simply tired, but a good tired. I had participated in history yesterday. Today I was folding sheets and back to my regular self. Can I keep the momentum of yesterday with me? Judging by my reaction to folding sheets, who knows.

Mali Mayer