Hey chickens, sorry I’m a little late this morning.
I took an early run to calm my nerves and center my energy, and then I headed to my polling place.
The line was a little long, but people were friendly, the volunteers were great, and exercising my right to vote is hands down one of the most important things I ever do.
So I’m hoping you’re exercising yours today, chickadees.
It’s more important than ever. As I reflect on my vote today, I’ve been thinking about a couple of things:
In just four short years since the last election, I’ve turned into a person who has a pre-existing condition (aside from being a woman). I’m 28-years old, I didn’t do something dangerous or get hooked on drugs or get into a catastrophic accident.
My cells just started fighting themselves one random day.
I’m a runner. I’m a healthy eater. I’m a young person. I’m a good person.
I’m not a pre-existing condition, and if something happens to my job, how in God’s good name do you think it makes sense that I don’t deserve health insurance?
That’s not entitlement, that’s a human right.
I have an awesome, beautiful, baby cousin named Anthony.
Anthony has Autism.
He also has a great smile.
And brown hair.
And a sweet Halloween costume.
He’s no pre-existing condition, chickadees.
He’s a delight, actually.
As a 28-year old and not a 24-year old, I have some different perspective this time around than I did in 2008. In 2008, I wanted to vote for a President who believed in equal rights because I wanted to make sure my women, minority, and gay friends were all treated with the same respect as a white man.
And I still think that.
But one day, (God willing), I’m going to have a daughter. Or a son. And I hope that if that daughter or son happens to be born gay, I can look them in the eye and tell them they can marry the person they love one day, because honestly, my friends, can you imagine how tragic it is to not be able to say that to your child?
After last week’s terrible storm- how can you not believe in climate change?
Worse, chickens, how can you vote for someone who doesn’t either?
As a woman, I think I deserve to be the paid as a man doing the same job. End. Period. Stop.
I’ll be watching the polls all day today, chickadees, because too many people who I love count on our President being re-elected, myself included. Thanks for sticking with me during the past few months, and I look forward to chatting tomorrow.