My Civic Duty

My favorite color has always been purple, which probably explains why, up until the very last minute, I debated with myself about who to vote for. Blue? Red? Blue, red? Oh screw it, I'll just swirl them together to create, yes, purple. Of course, I couldn't really fill in both bubbles on the old-fashioned, chadless, lever-free ballot; I had to choose one. But, and here's the thing, despite who wins tonight, I'll wake up tomorrow, make my coffee, read the NY Times before Jacob gets up for school, then sit down to write at 7am, just as I do every day. No matter who sits in the White House, the sun will rise, the autumn trees will burst in color right outside my window, I'll laugh with some friends and comfort others. Day to day, in my little old life, not much will change. I had an epiphany this morning, when, standing on line to vote, I greeted and hugged a bunch of neighbors I hadn't had the time to see in awhile. These are the same people who have been in my life for many years, through many administrations, and economic ups and downs. My friends and family are my constants; Presidents come and go.