All week I’ve been writing a different Thursday Thoughts in my head. It could be the endorphins from the prenatal Barre workout I just did, or the fact that there’s only one more day until the weekend, but I have no motivation to turn this post into a full on commentary about the state of America.
But I will say a few words about the election. Because it’s one of the most important things that’s happened in my lifetime.
I am not a fan of Hillary Clinton. I am not a fan of Donald Trump. My candidate didn’t win. He didn’t make it past the primary. For me, this election highlighted a huge problem. We are a country full of diverse, brilliant and innovative people and, yet, these were the names on the ballot on Tuesday. I understand the excitement behind both–I too would love to see a woman president (I did go to a woman’s college), or a president that defies the political norms and wants to break the Washington mold. And I would start naming some politicians who I think are trustworthy, thoughtful and are ‘here for the right reasons,’ (when this whole excuse for an election was basically a reality show, it deserves a Bachelorette reference), but the climate is too polarizing. If I name a republican, I’m evil, homophobic and racist. If I name a democrat, I’m a liar, a hypocrite and I’m going to take all of your taxes. And, either way, for having an opinion, I’m going to lose friends.
We’ve completely lost touch with reality. We’re willing to elect people under investigation or with serious allegations against them. We’re willing to vote based on the lesser of two evils. We’re willing to believe just about anything the media says without question. We feel so entitled that we can’t handle people who think differently. And, many of us spend our time and energy complaining on Facebook or protesting everything and anything, but don’t actually go to the polls.
I was pretty shocked when I woke up Wednesday morning to a Trump victory. I think most people were. Shocked that it happened yes, but not surprised. America was on the verge of a major upset, and this is the form it took. And, I hope it works out. I really do. This country is truly something unique, and, in it’s short history, it’s evolved and progressed incredibly fast. We have a lot to be proud of in America, and a lot of ways to improve. But we have to find a way to work together and respect each other. Every person. Not just the people that agree with you.
Start with your kids. Teach them kindness, acceptance and tell them to listen. If they disagree with someone, engage their curiosity, have them ask why that person thinks that way.
That was more than a few words. Sorry.
But back to the election. On Tuesday I heard that my voting location was one of the worst in Charleston. Up to a 3-hour wait. THREE HOURS.
I left work early, dropped off the baby with John and got there around 5pm to a small line outside. Just through the doors I could see another small line into the auditorium. I mentally cheered, although I was hungry, had forgotten my purse and was carrying my water, my wallet, my phone, my keys and my sunglasses, I had chosen the right time. After about 15 minutes waiting outside, I got up to the door. A man directed me inside, but told me to keep going straight, and head left.
The short line inside? That was the very end of the line. A line that wrapped all the way around the inside of the elementary school, up and down the halls, and back towards the auditorium. An hour and a half later, I was inside, checking in with one of the TWO people handling the thousands that were told to vote there. While the majority of the voting booths stood empty. For the most part, I was so delirious, don’t even know who or what I voted for.
Standing, by the way, is a lot harder than running. I considered spilling my water and saying my water broke, then of course being the hero pregnant lady who still voted before going to the hospital.
I do have one non-voting related Thursday Thought. John and I are both extremely unphotogenic, to the point where our wedding photos were unsusable and our Christmas card last year was just a picture of the baby. He found someone on Thumbtack to take our holiday pictures, and, I don’t know if it’s photoshop or if she hired two people that look like us, but I could not be happier with the results. I can’t wait to post them, if we can ever choose just one for the holiday card.
Then there’s this model. She worked that camera like she was Heidi Klum in pink Uggs. I have no idea where she came from.
No matter how your week was, I hope you have a wonderful weekend.
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