I voted today.
The sun came up this morning and it was the first morning for early voting in Houston. And so from my office on Brazos and Dallas, I walked the blocks all the way down to 1001 Preston and voted. Then I walked back.
It felt like some kind of victory.
|My early voting cheat sheet.|
You know, my victories used to be real. Solid. Objectively impressive. If you’d seen them all written out, say, in a resume or hung up on a wall, you’d have said, “Wow, Katy. Wow!”
Like those writing awards I won or that spelling bee in the fifth grade. Or the time I defeated all of the other hobos in town for possession of an abandoned underground elevator shaft.
I went from being a junior high drop-out to getting three academic degrees. And it’s going to sound like I’m bragging but yeah, I am kind of bragging. Those were victories!
The thing is, I never appreciated those things. Not really. Not while they were happening. In my mind, I saw them as only the first chapters in what was surely going to be a glorious life chock full of never-ending stunning achievements. Praise and adulations would be heaped on my head. Ladies would come running and falling at my feet. I’d be respected by all the right people but still manage to keep my integrity over the long haul.
I went two nights in a row without having a drink and was so proud of it that I practiced announcing what I’d done like a morning news anchor.
I washed three loads of clothes, got my desk out of Dana’s storage unit, and finished reading a book about the history of Doctor Who.
And for every one of these things, I felt a sense of success way out of proportion to anything I’d put on my resume or up on my wall. I was giddy about that door handle!
Maybe I have shrunk. Maybe I’ve become simple-minded. Maybe I’m finally just paying attention.
But today I voted and it felt like a sort of victory so I’ll take it.
(And look at this! Now I’ve gone and finished writing a blog post.)