It’s currently 5:30 am Sunday morning. For some, this might not seem early – but I can reassure you, for me, it is. Abbott woke me up 45 minutes ago and now, I can’t sleep.

My mind was blown yesterday and it’s been buzzing ever since. I had dreams of women marching, of men marching and of children chanting in a sea of people scattered with empowering signs. I had dreams about people showing up in unexpected numbers to defend women’s rights, equality and love. In one dream, I vividly remember saying to someone, “the first step is showing up!” – it’s a little corny, sure, but after yesterday I wouldn’t expect anything less.

Yesterday was special.

Women set out to prove a point and boy, oh, boy did we: We aren’t going anywhere – and definitely not quietly. The future is fucking female. For the first time, in my entire life, I can honestly say the world – the entire globe – felt like one. There were women’s marches in all 50 states and on all seven continents in countries across the world. Women, men and children *literally* everywhere left their homes to stand in solidarity with thousands of others, to stand up for a lot of things but mostly love and empathy. Sure, the signs read things like “Women’s rights are human rights” and “This pussy grabs back” and “Keep your laws off my body” but every issue we were marching for could be summed up by one sign: LOVE. NOT HATE. Yesterday was a beckoning cry for more tolerance and empathy. And I can only hope it struck a chord with those who chose not to march or regarded it with disdain.

I marched here in Omaha with 15,000+ other people. That might not seem like a lot in comparison to DC where there were 500,000+ or LA where there were 750,000+ but, I’m not going to lie, it was about three and half times more than I was expecting and THAT is fucking awesome. The turnout was high, the spirits were high, the energy was high and the love was everywhere. I saw a mother and daughter walking arm and arm, as the elder tried to keep pace with the crowd. I saw fathers holding signs with arrows pointing to their daughters. I heard little girls being encourage by the crowd to create their own chants. There were tambourines, beating sticks and boom boxes. There were people on balconies and in shop windows waving and cheering. The people stopped in traffic honked their horns in support. I saw sisters, best friends, entire families, husbands and wives, and strangers making friendly conversation, young and old.

Being present, I can tell you this was not about a political party, even as much as some would like to make it seem. It might have been triggered by an election that surprised the majority of voters, but our marginalized communities have been fighting for their rights and building this conversation since the 1840s. THE EIGHTEEN FUCKING FORTIES. This isn’t about Trump, it’s about equality, it’s about taking care of our future generations, it’s about being the best we can fucking be – which we can’t be if we’re still singling out certain groups of humans and acting as though they’re less than. HUMAN rights should apply to all humans – not just some. And that’s all it is.

When I got home late last night, I was watching CNN and they brought on a Trump supporter who had also marched earlier that day. For obvious reasons, this peaked my interest. When asked why she marched she said, “Because this wasn’t about President Trump, this was about unity and being together. And who doesn’t want to be a part of that?” and in that moment I thought to myself, at face value, that’s exactly fucking right. She was decked out in patriotic gear, she had even carried a sign along the lines of “my voice, my choice”. She talked about how great the day was, how friendly and happy everyone had been and how supportive everyone was of each other.

“There was a lot of love.”

And at the end of the day, that’s the point. We’re all human. We’re all playing on one team, living on one planet. Why wouldn’t we be supportive, empathetic, kind and loving? Why would we spread hate and try to keep people down? Yesterday proved that despite who you voted for and who runs this country today, we the people are in power. Always.

We create the energy.

We control the momentum.

We set the standard.

And this morning my standards are extremely high because yesterday proved, to me, that we are not only worthy but we are capable.