Whenever negative news headlines make me feel overwhelmed, I think about January 21, and I remember how powerful we are when we stand together.
I was visiting Portland at the time – working in hipster coffee shops and geeking out about the city’s public transit and equitable bike share. While exploring a city that embodies so much of what Mixte believes in, I feared how the new federal administration would affect the issues we advocate for every day.
The Women’s March gave me an opportunity to transform my frustration into something hopeful and meaningful. Here are a few lessons I learned from participating in the largest nationwide protest in US history.
Growing up, I saw tutoring in many forms — from my parents to my teachers, even to the older kids in my after-school program. One of my very first days at Mixte, I participated in a brainstorm that everyone seemed extremely enthusiastic about. I didn’t know what C2 Education was or what Mixte planned to do with it, but I was eager to find out. To share the excitement with my new coworkers, I realized I needed to dream big.
Could you eat on $4.27 a day?
Mixte asked San Diego this question with the CalFresh Challenge, San Diego Hunger Coalition‘s cause awareness campaign.
Today, The United States gets a new president. I see people expressing trauma and tragedy – for good reason. I think of all the values Mixte represents, the work we do and all the people who continue to experience oppression. Feelings of sadness are more than justified, but I don’t want us to feel helpless anymore.
(Thanks for the beautiful photo above at Shaper Studios, Pierce Kavanaugh.)
The Blog On How To Use Our Egos and Insecurities To Change Public Behavior
People are smart. We have an impressive ability to look at a complex idea and determine if the logic behind it is sound. In the past, many health and environmental public relations efforts attempting to change our behavior have wrongfully assumed that because people are so smart, the following strategy will work.
I’m lucky to call myself a native San Diegan. I grew up in a suburb that is not unlike most suburbs across the country. You know the kind of place I’m talking about – the shopping centers are all painted beige, the front doors are rarely locked, the kids cause harmless trouble by TP-ing houses and there is one homeless individual who you consistently encounter.
My community’s homeless neighbor sat, and still sits, every day outside a gas station with a sign that reads, “Anything helps.”