I voted today. The last time I voted was in 2008. Prop 8 passed, and I became disillusioned with the whole election process. I was already disillusioned from the electoral college versus popular vote results from before. With the exception of Prop 8, California is a blue state and generally votes the way I would have, had I gone to the polls. So I decided to just watch instead of participate. My vote doesn’t really matter.

But now with Trump in office and so many heartbreaking laws getting passed and others encouraging me to fight and not lose hope, I decided I would start voting again, if for no other reason than to be another number and actually *do* something no matter how useless it might be.

I checked my registration and I am still registered but with the wrong address. And I want to vote by mail so that’s another thing on the to-do list. I told myself I would rectify that situation, but I had until November so no rush. And then when I went to the library, I saw I could vote so I corrected my address and I voted. Fingers crossed my government actually represents me and puts my tax dollars toward compassion and not hate. We need all the luck we can get.