I am a bundle of emotions. Confident. Paranoid. Cocky. Weepy. Numb. Scared. I realize now that I likely suffer from PTSD, like most Americans after four years of chaos and cruelty. Where I wake up and wonder what terrible thing has happened while I slumbered. I’m ready for a little sanity. A little humanity. And whole lot of hope and healing.
Today is the day, folks. Well, sort of. The optimist in me hopes we’ll have clear answers tonight but the realist knows that is unlikely. And that it’s a good thing. Every vote should count, whether or not it’s a vote like mine. That’s democracy and I want to live in a democracy.
Make Your Vote Matter
I’ll admit that in my younger years, I didn’t always vote. Like many, I took it for granted. I assumed no matter who won that things would still be ultimately okay for me because I was privileged enough to always be safe and secure. These days I don’t feel privileged at all. I realize how sacred and precious voting is. How fragile democracy is.
And I will vote.
Thanks to a few issues with getting my physical driver’s license, I wasn’t able to register and vote early but I will vote today. I will wait in line, if necessary, although my wait will likely be short as I live in a small town. But regardless, I will be there with a smile to cast my vote.
And then, like everyone, I will wait with bated breath for results to trickle in. Refreshing Twitter constantly, gnawing on my nails and guzzling … diet coke. 🙂
I’ll see you on the other side, hopefully with a huge smile on my face and the ability to once again enjoy reading and writing posts about anything but politics.