People have died for the right to vote in this country; American women didn’t have it until 1920. The right to vote means something.
I voted. I don’t agree with these few signs in the neighborhood for the Republican candidate, but presumably even these neighbors exercised their right to vote (let alone their right to free speech). Not thrilled at all about my vote for NYS legislators (ugh), but I was firm that I voted right for my federal legislators and the executive branch.
But, at this hour of Election Night, or the wee hours of the day after, I guess I’m trying to keep perspective.
The tough part of governing is always the issue. Can we hear each other out, put aside the pettiness, and be able to effectively work together? I’ll plead with us all here about that, whatever will happen going forward. And remember: breathe. I’m trying to do my own meditative pause. Let’s see what happens next.