Voted.
Last week, K and I mailed in our absentee ballots. This week, we checked our ballet status. K and I were chatting how, among several important topics like financial health, women's health, and religion, politics is one of those topics we've been brought up not to discuss. It's impolite, too personal. Admittedly, I've long held that belief. Don't tell anyone what I earn, what I believe, or how my investment funds are doing. Which means I don't share what I've learned, what I've experienced, or what I've done. Which means none of us learns from one another. Which means nothing changes. I long for a change. To talk openly about sticky subjects. To be able to disagree productively, humanely. To honor our differences, and celebrate our similarities. Fuck, I just cannot wait for the day I never have to hear the name Donald Trump. Ever. Again.
