I was nicknamed “Firecracker” in film school. It wasn’t a compliment.
I earned this name one day when I loudly voiced my opinion. “Easy there firecracker” a male student said.
Funny how I was a firecracker when all the men who loudly voiced their opinions were just “opinionated” or “strong personalities”. I was a firecracker, and once even called a bitch, but those men because well, “that’s just the way they are” people would say.
Something about this election chaos and all the dirt it’s bringing to the surface made me think of this experience. It’s making me think of how silenced each of us can feel at times.
It seems to me that what feels like a giant shit storm of hate and misunderstanding and blame right now is actually a call to action for us all.
I’m not sure what this call to action means for me, and I think it means something different to each of us. It feels like something is stirring inside, and it’s something that’s always been there. It’s a fire that I’ve been pushing down again and again and again. I kept extinguishing because it’s not sweet and positive and calm. It’s loud and strong and intense.
It’s like a firecracker.
In the words of the wise Katy Perry, “you’re gonna hear me roar.”
Not sure how yet, but this feels like a start.