accept and love that. I didn’t give the Speak Up riders a cool-down, because I wanted them to stay in the feeling. I didn’t want it to end or diminish. And when it did, I wanted them to come back to a feeling of hope. “I’m tired, but I can’t let my tired supersede hope,” I said as we started to slow down. “Martin Luther King Jr. was tired. If he had allowed tired to supersede hope, he wouldn’t have led the march in Selma that day. I’m tired, yeah, but I’m more hopeful than I am tired. This time feels different. Let your hope supersede your tired.”
