Vote with your love

It's the eve of an election— and we're tired. Much like our friends in the US, we are done with the political environment we've been dealt. Weary from the options, from the on-TV screaming, attack ads, scandals, and policies that go against the core of who we are. We're all keeping a silent scream inside of us, pushing it down because we don't want to cause a scene in Farm Boy. So we hold it in, and it festers into a wound that won't close. An exhaustion that can't be slept away. An anger that can't be extinguished by Pinot.

The anger follows us to work, it sits on our phone while we read the news, scroll through Twitter, it's here with us now as we read this little letter.

That anger is a mask for the real thing. The real thing is just an abundance of love. Isn't that cool? Cleo Wade says that the angriest among us just love people. We love them so much we don't want to see police killing them from outside of their own houses for no damn reason other than the color of their skin. We love them, so we want them to receive healthcare, and good education, and clean water, and human rights, and bodily autonomy. We love them, so we want them to have equal pay, protections from harassment, and opportunity. We love them so fucking much we'll explode with it. The anger is the fire, telling us how to direct our love. How to vote with it, how to fuel our activism with it, how to volunteer for it, how to get involved and invest it somewhere it can do good.

Vote with your love this coming Monday. Wherever you are in the world, find somewhere to invest your love. A local organization, a non-profit that is doing the work, planning to run in the next election, telling your smart friend that you'll run their campaign, mentoring someone who didn't have as much as you did coming up. DeRay Mckesson says:

Hope is the belief that our tomorrows can be better than our todays. Hope is not magic, it is work.

Let's vote on Monday, and then let's get to work.