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I should write a post about how I’m grateful the election’s over, but I have a funny feeling that it might drag on a couple of days.  So I’d rather not jinx it.

Instead, I’m grateful for hope.  I know that was one of 2008’s slogans, but I believe that every election is based on hope.  Sure the candidates spend years and millions trying to present/argue the facts.  But every year, I vote on hope.  I hope that my candidate creates a better country for my family.

In 2008, I spent most of it worried about the future.  I was a news junkie, but I had to quit cold-turkey.  Watching the news was becoming dangerous.  I was slowly creating an anxiety-filled world that I’d be unable to escape.  About a month before the election, the wave of anxiety lifted and it was time to stop ignoring the future.  I hoped the country would get better and voting is one way to put those thoughts into action.  I shoved my nine-month-old into the Moby and walked to my polling place.  Unaware of the problems facing the county, he snoozed as I cast my ballot.  I hoped realistically.  I was under no delusions that next President would fix everything with a snappy speech.  I realized that this was going to be a long road: one that wouldn’t be finished in four years.  I also realized that he wasn’t going to save our country that he’s a politician and sometimes they don’t keep their word.  But I hoped for a better country.

Four years later, we did it all over again.  Thankfully, I voted early as I was in Michigan this morning.  I put Becks in the car and drove to the polling place.  He held my licenses and presented it to the woman.  He listened patiently as the procedure was explained.  And once again, I picked him up and let him rest on my chest.  Together we voted again with hope.  We hope our candidate will win.  We hope he’ll work for what he’s promised.  We hope that if he doesn’t win, the other candidate’s campaign promises were only said to appease his base.  But in the end, we hope that the country will thrive.

I dislike when people say: Both candidates are awful.  It doesn’t matter who wins.  The President doesn’t really make a difference.  Nothing will ever change.  Those are statements rooted in hopelessness.  I’ve spent a few months in that darkness.  Nothing matters when your tongue spits those statements.  I choose to dream of a better place for my family and for my friends.  I choose to fight and believe in the best even if I never see it bloom.

If you voted for the other candidate, you did the same thing.  You hope he’s going to make this country a better place for you and your family.  You hope his vision of the future is one that will protect and nurture this country.  I disagree with that vision, but I don’t disagree with your right to hope.  You and I might have a different path towards the future.  Our futures might not even resemble each others, but both paths towards Better are always carved on hope.  The only way to get there is to keep walking.  And that’s why I vote.

Day 6: Grateful that I still have hope.

  • Xanthe - That photo is beyond brilliant!. We’re all hoping the result turns out as it should. Love your words as ever xxxNovember 6, 2012 – 6:15 pmReplyCancel

  • Xanthe - And the kissing photo too! Love! XxxNovember 6, 2012 – 6:17 pmReplyCancel

  • Marisa - I love your words, I love these photos, and I love your couch! I, too, am full of hope that the election will go our way. If it doesn’t, I’ll fight tooth and nail to keep the other guy’s campaign promises from taking hold.November 6, 2012 – 8:24 pmReplyCancel

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