As I’m sitting here planning my day a sense of dread comes over me. I begin to wonder when I am going to make it to the polls. What’s the best time to beat the crowds? For a fleeting moment I think, “Ugh, I’m not even going to bother.” “I don’t have time for this.” “What if I’m there for two hours?”
I snap out of it with this following thought, “Women before me fought for over 70 years to win the right to vote; and I’m going to whine over an hour or two.” So I’m heading out, and whether it takes me 5 minutes or 5 hours I will be casting my vote in gratitude and pride.