82 Days | Brave Enough.
Updated: Aug 29
I am not someone who typically wears her candidates gear. I used to think who you were voting for was a personal choice — that politics, like religion and sex and how much money you make were not to be talked about. Taboo.
"Aren't you afraid someone will SAY something?" someone asked.
"Maybe a little. But, I've been a Yankees fan my entire life and people either love that or hate it -- and, still. I wear their gear." 🤷🏼♀️
Today, I finally wore my #BIDEN mask (that a dear friend made me after I made this post) out in public.
It's the morning after Kamala Harris was announced as Joe Biden's running mate. Two masks sat in the car with me — a "safe" one, and this one.
As I waited in the car for my appointment time, I watched a video on Kamala's life and journey and was SO INSPIRED. Even brought to tears.
The clock hit 8am, and I grabbed this mask — thinking, "Maybe it'll inspire someone else to feel brave enough, too."
Not knowing what to expect, I braced myself — ready for any comments or looks that might come my way — and I held my head up high.
Ready to possibly defend "my team" — my voice — my why.
Not even 10 minutes later, I heard, "Interesting mask you got there..." Behind it, I smiled, not quite sure which direction we were heading in yet — I shrugged lightly to show, no matter what, I wasn't going to be confrontational, "Yeah, I just thought...y'know...it's time."
"Excited about the VP pick?"
"Well, he could've picked a cement brick to run with and I would've been thrilled - so, yeah. I'm pretty excited about Kamala."
We both laughed. And from there, the mask did what I had been hoping for — two humans connected on what we KNOW this country is & can be.
And THAT is what we're after.
LIGHT over darkness. TRUTH over lies. LOVE over hate.
Love, by the way, to me, is in seeing the cracks, the broken promises, the imperfections, the work still needing to be done — and still choosing that over anything else.
Still choosing uneasy roads and difficult, painful conversations. Still choosing to work — to hold our country and it's people to our highest ideals.
And to even take those ideals and make them better, for all.
To be brave enough, despite whispers and stares, shouts and roadblocks — to stand firmly planted in our love for each other and this great country. Home of the free, land of the brave.