“They” say it’s rude to talk about religion, money, sex and politics so I’m only going to explicitly talk about one, at least today.
I attended a political rally yesterday.
It’s that season. And the seemingly endless ads filled with half-truths, hyperbole and mudslinging along with the money spent trying to influence the voters is enough to make most cringe. Add to that a general feeling of malaise about politics (at best) and perhaps, more accurately, a feeling of disillusionment, distrust and dissatisfaction and the midterm elections can be a real downer.
Yet yesterday I came away with a different feeling.
I felt grateful.
(And no, that’s not the first line of a joke. I actually felt unexpectedly grateful.)
(Really, you can stop smirking… anytime now!?!?!)
While it might sound a bit crazy, as I stood there listening to the speeches, I felt grateful for the politicians – for the countless hours they work and for their inclination to support each other.
I felt grateful for their willingness to travel untold miles, shake hands and kiss babies all in the hopes of getting to do what can be a thankless, difficult and grueling job at the local, state and national level. I was even a bit awed by the vast amounts of time and money they spend “applying” for said job.
And I am grateful that I have a say in who gets to do the job.
I am grateful that I can choose to forego apathy and pick engagement.
I am grateful that I can see past my anger at the disrespectful tone of politics and instead look for courage, compromise and reason.
I am grateful that I get to vote my hope rather than my fear.
I am thankful that I get to vote. And I am grateful that you have the option to do the same.