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Election Day


It's election day. I haven't blogged about voting or elections before. I even hesitated to do it today, but I am here. I showed up and this is what's happening in our world today. I woke up early to get to the polls before they opened. Wrapped up in my warm sweatshirt and scarf, I held my coffee while I waited in line...smiling for the privilege.
  



At 5:45 in the morning, there were already more than two dozen people in line. The many behind me was wrapped in a polka-dotted blanket. People were friendly and chatting. I stopped and took it all in. This moment is not promised to everyone. I'm grateful for the responsibility to be able to vote.

When I got my ballot and walked to the booth, I looked at the names. I took a deep breath and voted...feeling grateful again. Every single person working at the election was smiling and kind. It felt like everyone appreciated this moment.
 


I got my fancy voting sticker and left. The whole process took no more than thirty minutes, but it's a process that means a lot. I'll leave for work shortly and go on with my day, knowing that I started by voting. I made my voice heard. 




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Comments

  1. Thanks for the post--I admit I was hesitant to read anything about voting today but your post was a nice upbeat message. Love the photo of people in line. I'm voting after school today but I'm on news blackout til tomorrow.

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  2. I've been hesitant to post about the election, and I've not said much to the kids at school, either. That you for such a positive post.

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  3. You are so right! The process is a privilege. I'm with Molly on the news blackout. I just want this to wake up Wednesday with more HOPE.

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  4. Fingers crossed for all of you in the U.S. today!

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  5. Thank you for voting. It's important that everyone feel they had their voices heard. Love the pics, Michelle!

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  6. "This moment is not promised to everyone." So true, and is one other reason that America is great! I'm glad you could get out early to vote. I voted absentee so I could avoid the lines.

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  7. and so after waiting in line....as we do for important things...you voed..

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  8. So glad to see that you had such a great experience. I too, felt the same thing this morning. I'm almost glad that I didn't vote early... It was exciting to be there early this morning, seeing everyone come out and VOTE!!!!! :)

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