 Day 2 Thanks: My right to vote. I woke up oddly early today at 6:30, after having a kick ass dream where I was singing and playing guitar for a totally captivated, but intimate crowd. I sounded freaking awesome, and boy were they feelin me. I'm not even trying to be humble here -- I had a croony, indie rock vibe that was majorly on point, fleek, whatever the hell kids are saying now. God, I was a hit. I reached for my phone to text B how sad I was to wake up in the midst of my musical fame, to which he replied "Lol. Go back to sleep". If it were only that easy, amirite? But I digress. Look, less than 100 years ago my fellow chickadees and I were "granted" (there is something oddly offensive about the use of this word within the context of what should be no-brainer equality) the right to vote. Suffragettes were seen by many as absolute heretics during the multiple decades they fought for this perspective shift, while now I'd bargain the trending opinion (with a few, sad, exceptions, of course) on this piece of history falls primarily under the categories of "courageous heroes" and "Duh, what took us so long? Why was this even a thing?" It makes me wonder how our children's children will view those labeled "extreme feminists" of our time. I mean, what parameters even determine that, ya know? So, I woke up at 6:30am today and the very first thing my OG girls and I did (well, 2nd, after making coffee) was rock the vote. I don't take this lightly. Especially not this year. I am practically giddy to mail this puppy in. I think my heroes would be proud. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, to those who came before me, Trish "Granny says people who think slowly always accuse quick thinkers of concentration problems. “Idiots can’t understand that non-idiots are done with a thought and already moving on to the next before they themselves have. That’s why idiots are always so scared and aggressive. Because nothing scares idiots more than a smart girl.”
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