Am I weary of TV campaign and proposition ads? Yes. Am I tired of having to read everyone's political opinion and not-so-friendly discourse on Facebook? Yes. Do I think my vote matters? Of course (hell, I handled my research and ballot 2 weeks ago in a fit of excitement). Do I believe that any one proposition, candidate, or political party can provide all the answers? Bitch, please. I'm not that naive.
For the past 3 years, I stopped voting for myself. I stopped thinking about what was best for my current life situation, or solely based on my own ideals. I do more research on each candidate and ballot measure than I did for the first 9 years I was able to vote. For the past 3 years on into the rest of my life, I vote for my children. I vote for my daughter's right to handle her own body. I vote for my kids' civil liberties, and those of their future friends and peers. I vote for their public education and their environment and over economic and foreign issues they will inherit long after you or I see any true progress on them.
I feel my son twitching and cartwheeling around in my gut, and I pray that I do my part to give him the best possible world to live in. I pray that all of these kids will one day be proud of what their parents and teachers and elders have done before them. We may have been here first, but they are going to be the ones taking care of us someday. Don't screw it up for them.
For the past 3 years, I stopped voting for myself. I stopped thinking about what was best for my current life situation, or solely based on my own ideals. I do more research on each candidate and ballot measure than I did for the first 9 years I was able to vote. For the past 3 years on into the rest of my life, I vote for my children. I vote for my daughter's right to handle her own body. I vote for my kids' civil liberties, and those of their future friends and peers. I vote for their public education and their environment and over economic and foreign issues they will inherit long after you or I see any true progress on them.
I feel my son twitching and cartwheeling around in my gut, and I pray that I do my part to give him the best possible world to live in. I pray that all of these kids will one day be proud of what their parents and teachers and elders have done before them. We may have been here first, but they are going to be the ones taking care of us someday. Don't screw it up for them.
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