I’m going to vote this morning. I’m going as early as I can reasonably do it. I’m taking my knitting in the hopes that it won’t be to cold to knit in line and because, well… when I take my knitting I don’t usually end up having any time to work on it. It’s when I don’t bring it that I get stuck for hours in the doctor’s office or on the Marta train.
I was going to blog on how important it is to vote. About how my mother impressed me as a child that adults could never not vote. It was a responsibility almost equal to taking care of one’s family. It was taking care of one’s community. About how I know people who really believe that somehow the God will make everything work out for the best whether they vote or not. I can’t be that way. I have to vote.
But I just don’t feel this morning like I have to explain why I have to vote or encourage anyone else. That’s because today it seems like the whole world is holding it’s breath waiting for the outcome of this election. The only other times I remember feeling like this were during times of crisis and tragedy- Sept 11, 2001; November 22, 1963, the Cuban Missile Crisis.
I have things to do. Major amounts of work are piling up at the opera. I’m sure the others who will be waiting, some of them all day, have many pressing obligations too. If this is all I get done today, though, I will still have accomplished the best day’s work I could do. I am proud that so many people think this is so important that they are willing to put everything else aside for this one day.
How long will it be before we know? Will I wake up tomorrow and have a new president? Will they have to count every last ballot? Will it take days or weeks? It’s going to be awhile, I’m sure before I get to breathe again.
Location: Waiting to Exhale