January 22 marked the 47th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, the 1973 Supreme Court ruling that access to safe and legal abortions is a constitutional right. This year, as usual, thousands of anti-abortion activists participated in March for Life, a march from the White House to the Capitol to voice their disapproval of the historic verdict.
Inside the Capitol, President Trump, an outspoken supporter of the pro-life movement, is being tried for charges of high crimes and misdemeanors. The House of Representatives voted to approve both articles of impeachment in December, and the trial has moved on to the Senate, where another vote will soon take place.
Two weeks ago, home from college on spring break, I was preparing to dive into an ambitious to-do list: make new audition cuts, work on video content, learn about marketing, record and share a clip of myself singing, memorize at least one monologue, and read some plays. I wanted to create. I wanted to share something with the world that would say, Look, I’m an artist! Isn’t what I made profound and beautiful?
I’m 18 years old. I’m not as polished or professional or certain as I someday hope to be. I’m not always confident in what I create, and sometimes I don’t even feel good enough to create at all. When I wrote that intense to-do list two weeks ago, I think I was hoping for recognition and validation more than anything else.
I love creating a coherent social media presence;
brand guides + content calendars are my jam.
As a member of MIM Magazine's social media team, I was in charge of
creating daily Instagram content, writing captions + copy, and
engaging with other accounts to help foster community.