The things that make the fearful for not only the country I live in but people as a whole is the apathy and unapologetic ignorance. People voting, not voting, people running and people running their mouths.
The fact don’t really change, the only thing that was needed to be decided was which path to take at resolving problems. It is ok to have differing opinions.
This year, I voted over a week ago. At the last presidential election I waited in line for a couple hours in the cold with my gloves and mittens through a winding line along the city side walk. I was not going to miss it. I love that my state allows for no questions asked early absentee voting. I’ve voted against Amendment 1. I try to pay enough attention to make my voice heard.
I remember voting for the first time at a church in my home state, on the way back home from the airport after a visit across the country. I remember that my family was so excited for me to be voting for the first time. I have friends who are very active in my home state’s political arena. I love that the people in my life are involved and are about the process. I once dated someone who didn’t care about it and didn’t see the point. This still boggles my mind.
I am mildly excited in participating in the potential Facebook peer pressure of the “I voted” button tomorrow.
I am excited that I have friends that have voted for the first time this year, and have even a small interest.
The true civic process of participating in my government makes my heart happy. And to know that however small, I might still have a voice in the process is a good feeling. I live in a swing state. Every little vote counts. Every little vote always counts.