I Feel Patriotic

In preparation for this election, I began to remember what it was like the first time I voted for president. I was in college, still trying to rebel against my parents, and stuck in a predominantly red state.

I remember telling my friends I would vote for Bush (because that's what they were doing), not realizing what that meant. When I got my ballot and stepped behind the curtain, I remember feeling the first bit of clarity, filling in the arrow for John Carey, and just then beginning to understand myself a little bit better. Not that John Carey himself brought clarity to my life, but it was the beginning of me understanding the importance of decision making. From then it's only been uphill.

As I made my way to vote for the president of our United States for my second time ever, I felt proud to be an American. In a time of such political and economical unrest, I think that's a pretty important thing to evoke in people right now.

When I got there, everyone in line was cheerful and hopeful. It was a wonderful feeling to see Americans from all walks of life come together for a common goal. Every person in that room was concerned enough about our country to get out of bed, dress themselves, stand in line, and cast a vote for a person they don't really know.

Having hope makes me happy.

Yes, that's me hiding my Obama button. I might be flogged in the hall if it were showing. :-)