I don't let myself get ahead of myself when it comes to politics. The last election I thought we had in the bag but... I was crushed. Now I'm numb to it, I've developed a callous. I most certainly stay active politically and I definitely vote but I try to not place emotional importance on the outcome. But you see, politics are emotional, and you cannot separate them from yourself. I keep telling myself my vote is a shout in the void, unlikely to mean anything but a shout is better than going gently into the good night. But the closer it gets the more that little voice in my head pops up. Call it hope, call it foolishness but the voice persists. 'Maybe we'll elect the right one. Maybe we'll see it sooner rather than too late. Maybe we'll wake up November 7th to see the face of our new governor. The first black female governor ever. In Georgia, no less. Because why not here? Maybe we're ready. Maybe the ugly needed to come out to reveal the good. Maybe...' Maybe hope is foolish but I can't seem to extinguish it completely- and it turns out neither can they
