If you can’t hug a tree today, at least go vote.

I took the time to make you a timeline this morning.  I hope you will take the time to read it.  Admittedly, I know very little about things I should know about, and a lot about things that don’t amount to a hill of beans.  I live in my insulated world where I am privileged and coddled and know I have every right to say and think and protest whatever I have the gumption to care about.  My opinion, no matter how misguided is never far from the tip of my tongue.  I have wondered at times how I would have fared in another place and time.  Likely, not well at all.  I don’t like to be told what to do, what to think, what not to do, what to believe and there is a streak of rebellion that runs very deep in me.  I want to think I would be willing to stand up for other women like women in our history have, but I can’t say for sure that I would.  While my opinion is libel to slap you in the face at any given moment, and my penchant to rebel is consistently fresh, the other woman inside me bends toward apathy too often.  As much as I hate injustice, persecution, alienation of rights, at times I have been just as dispassionate as anyone.  But when I have been steadily trying to talk myself out of voting today after all it IS raining, I feel very ashamed for not feeling the pride I should in my right to go pull a lever or two today.

Ladies, please go vote.  If for no other reason than the fact that you can. Gentlemen, you too.


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I voted But not early nor often enough. My life long write-in campaign to elect my Daddy to the U.S. Senate has once again failed. Seriously, my siblings and I have written Daddy’s name in for years!