Waiting for Godot.

I don't know about the rest of you, but I can't wait for November 6th to come and go so we can get on with our lives. Four years ago I was really into the election process, I was so ready to be finished with the policies surrounding the Village Idiot that was Bush, the next four years were so full of promise and I was flush with the excitement of change.

This time around, my beliefs haven't changed, my views of politics haven't changed, but I am a bit duller in my support. I'm a little more tired - tired of defending that which didn't work as well as we'd hoped, tired of watching the Republican Party play Whack-a-mole with the pop-up attention seekers who are sealing their own fate, I'm just tired of all the pandering. I'm less than satisfied with where we've arrived four years later, and yet, there's no freaking way I'm going to vote any differently than I did then, given that I have a vagina which belongs to me, and only me. And if you believe that civil rights of women, gays, or immigrants isn't our biggest problem, bully for you, but I believe these things are more important than money. Yes, Capitalism is king in a Democracy, I get that. But if you live a life looking only for the money you think you deserve, then you are not living your life. To be concerned only with money or the choices and rights of other people to which you do not agree is to be missing the point, utterly and completely, of a Christian life. Or any other life focused on an organized religion. It's not about the book, it's about the people. 

And so I early vote, and wait for the morning of November 7th, and hope we don't have some drawn out, hanging chad-style national nightmare. I want to get on with it. I want the signs to come down, I want the passionate pleas for attention to go away so we can return to focusing on what matters: raising our own children, working our jobs, caring for those in need. 

Don't talk to me about economy and jobs, either. My family spent 8 months of of the last year without a head-of-household income, and we made it. We're behind where we'd like to be at age 40 with a child 5 years away from college, but we are alive, we're together, and we're healthy. And we will be fine, no matter who sits in the White House.

Godot is not coming. We know this, and yet we anticipate with such furor every four years that we learn nothing. I don't want to wait anymore. I want us to learn - as a country, and as human beings - to make it better ourselves. I want to know, "What's Next?"

Stop looking for other people and things to blame for your life, and start living it.

Do good anyway.