In 36 Hours
Every year, just before my birthday, I get what I call “the birthday blues.” I find myself in a bit of a funk— never particularly sad or upset— but it’s a time I like to withdraw and ruminate about the year past, the year coming.
Emotionally, the past few weeks have been the equivalent of the birthday blues on overdrive. I can hardly start to think about the things that have happened over the last year, and I certainly can’t begin to imagine where the next year will take me, or you, or any of us.
With the birthday blues I usually have the luxury of wallowing in my thoughts over days, lunches, and long walks. But the thing about working on this campaign is I haven’t really had time to think about anything. It’s just do, do, do. I relish the gasps of time I have to myself (walking to work, waiting for blogger to load photographs, the occasional moment I get out of my chair to stare onto State Street) and wonder how I will feel a day after the election. How I will feel in a week. A year.
This campaign, as much as I both love and hate every moment of it, has turned into something almost… well, human. It is this beastly friend I keep wishing would die, but when it inevitably does, I’ll be quite sad. I’ll even miss it. I almost don’t want it to be gone.
But in 36 hours it will be.
All I know right now is that we have the ingredients to win. I spent the last two days at Warner Park greeting GOTV volunteer after volunteer after volunteer. In a few minutes I'll go back again to help with today's shifts. Every single person who volunteers has their own reason for advocating a "No" vote. All over the state from Eau Claire to Green Bay, from Wausau to Milwaukee, people are coming together to put their all into these final hours to defeat the ban.
You know what? I think we'll do it. And I'll have plenty of time to ruminate after we do.