Traffic seems backed up more than usual. The protestor on the Morrison Bridge has his sign. It's a big one. In fact, it's 8:21am and he's still there: I can see him from here. Holding his sign aloft, cars are unusually quiet. Usually when there's a protest, cars honk in solidarity, or drivers yell profanities. Not this morning. The protest is a little bit different than the norm. The sign the protestor is holding says "Love Yourself".
I love Portland. And I love this protest. A good reminder of something to do a little bit more of today. To be forgiving. To hush the inner self critic. To look at the good I am and do. Despite owning feelings of frustration about too much laundry to do, a cluttered house, a dirty car, a flat tire light that keeps coming on to remind me of the slow leak going on in one of my tires. The task list of carry over items I need to get through at work today. Today I vow to love myself a little bit more. I'd say that's a pretty good protest.