This is a rough year, you know? Of course, you do.
The election. Doesn’t it seem harder this time? I’ve always voted with my party, and sometimes it doesn’t go my way.
Those sometimes don’t scare me as much as the next sometime.
Of all the things that worry me, there’s one I really need to talk about.
It’s about living with each other, the day after. Knowing that half of us see the world, and each other, and even ourselves, so differently.
Knowing that our values are so misaligned, that we can no longer find our common ground.
Different viewpoints and voices are critical. We all understand that. But this time my beliefs step on your rights, and your beliefs step on mine.
It’s messy, and mean. Our values are showing, and it’s not a good look.
When this is over, half of us will feel betrayed. Half of us will mourn. Half will be afraid.
And the other half will have to defend what we/they believe is true and right and just.
Friends, family, colleagues, neighbors. We’re being asked to make choices that divide us.
It’s different this time, isn’t it?
How will we live with each other, when this is over? When they have moved on, what will we have left?
Where will we find our common ground?
Because we will need to stand together, and where will that be?
That worries me. Every day from now until November 8.
I worry for November 9.