On the six block walk to my polling place, the rain pouring down, the leaves scattered and soggy on the ground, I thought about what it takes to bring about change. I thought about how there was a time when I would not have been allowed to vote because of my gender. And I felt so incredibly grateful for the women who stood up for themselves, for me. Because so often all it takes is someone saying “we can do better” or “that is unfair” and taking action.
Today, my vote counts. Today, all of our votes count.
I am, by all accounts, an often overly-emotional person. It is both a blessing and a curse. I’ve made my peace with it. Before 8am this morning, I had already almost cried three times. I am certain that at some point today I will actually cry because I am overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by the record number of voters turning out. Overwhelmed by the amount of people who have actively participated in this campaign. Overwhelmed by the sheer volume of people who are standing together. Overwhelmed by how much I care about this election.
Today we are not just one person- we are one person with one vote that together can change this country.