I voted the other day. Something mundane right? Four years ago I got goosebumps voting for the first black president. I was surreal. It was something I was proud to do. That night I watched the returns on the edge of my seat, anxious, excited... and he won. I cried.
Four years later I voted again for Obama, The thrill had not worn off. I cast my ballot for a man- who less than 100 years ago would have been banned from eating with me. Yes- this was thrilling, but we have so so much further to go.
This year, I cast my ballot for a woman. A person who less than 100 years ago- wouldn't have been allowed to vote. I voted for all the women who have gone before me to allow me to have an education. Who have allowed me to have an identity outside of marriage, who have ensured my right to have or not have a baby, for those who ensured that I can demand equal treatment. They may not be here to vote. But I am.
I'm here to vote for my children. For someone who will work to protect the environment- so they have a world to inherit, for someone who will protect their right to healthcare, who will (hopefully) work to ensure safety for refugees.
I voted. All I can do is hope and pray- that others vote, that she wins, and that she stands by her word.
For my right to vote- I am incredibly thankful- and will exercise this right that so many fought so hard for.