I don’t know why, but I alway feel more empowered, more aware of my collective history as a woman today.
For those of you a little confused, it’s voting day here in the woods. We’re in a new district – well, several new districts if you read along – and it’s the Knight’s first time voting, so I’m ridiculously excited. I’m six all over again — or however old I was when I was first aware of being taken into the voting booth by one of my parents.
Of course, neither the Knight nor our local voting officials – most of whom have known me since before I went knowingly in that first voting booth – would let me go vote with him. Yes, I know how he voted, but…
Clearly, I am a voting dweeb, but at least I know Marjie understands. She even has a special cake for the day. I also attribute it to loving the little village of Occoquan and knowing too well that the suffragists suffered there for ME!!
What inspires you to vote or otherwise do your civic duty?