I didn’t need an immediate answer, RBG.

I really was just thinking out loud yesterday, universe. Contemplating what I could hone in on out of the myriad of thoughts that stumble around in my head.

You didn’t need to take Justice RBG out, universe. Not now, 45 days from an election, the one where 45 needs to GTFO.

So maybe the next 44 days need to be to explore what it means to be a woman in America in 2020. To review those who came before us, the stories that don’t get noticed. The small little steps by women who didn’t lose their tempers (RBG, for example.) but slowly went about their business doing the right thing on the daily. Who sacrificed to make the world a better place.

Maybe it needs to be 44 days of reminding young women their vote indeed does matter. That it can make a huge difference. My daughter and her friends being one. Her recent comment of “well, it’s not Bernie, so I don’t care.”

First task of Women Rise Up is to stop, and realize that it’s only been 100 years. 100. 45 years longer than I’ve been alive, The year my grandmother was conceived – so a mere 3 generations – since we even had the right to vote. To own our lives. To own property all by ourselves.

My generation, my daughter’s generation, we take that all too for granted. Just like the race tension we’re facing currently, right? I was born in 1964. Lived my life in California, the inequality was not as apparent, and taken for granted as a woman, or other races. At least more-so than many other parts of our country.

But to really own this period of history, we need to recognize that all is not equal across America. And amazing, heroic people did the hard work to have us evolve. The suffragettes, John Lewis’, Dr Martin Luther King, Rosa Parks, the Ruth Bader Ginsberg. We aren’t done, and she’s no longer standing watch.

I’m ready to get into some good trouble. And I’m sick of filtering myself and caring about what other’s think. I’m done with that, I’m going to embrace the “sage” old woman role.

Let her memory be a revolution.