On two hours of sleep I drove 100 miles at 6:00am for a meeting that lasted 10 minutes and had a I should have stayed in bed hugging my binkie blanket day to follow it. The dishwasher refused to clean my dishes. My car’s new rear tires are going flat. I’m freezing. I’m tired. I’m feeling overwhelmed. But- the part of my day that involved standing in thirty degree weather for three hours waiting to cast my ballot was the most beautiful part of my day. As I stood in the booth and stared at the names staring back at me, it hit me again the blessing it is to have the right to vote. Children clung to their parent’s arms their eyes half closed, their parent’s with their uniforms still on, tireder still. An old lady in front of me, with a big hat finished her last round of chemo for Ovarian cancer and stood in line in front of us. She walked with a limp as the hours passed but she refused to sit for even a moment. As I saw the crowd of diverse people inching their way down I felt proud that this is my Country. That we are a Democracy. Because it is this, which gives me hope. Today, though I will go to bed a bit heart broken, a bit bone weary, I will sleep with a smile knowing that I voted, I voted, I voted, and that it felt great.