This year, for the first time in my now middle-aged life, I contributed to a political campaign--Hillary Rodham Clinton's first presidential bid. I just received an e-mail from the candidate which states, "On Saturday, I will extend my congratulations to Senator Obama and my support for his candidacy."
I'm happy to join Hillary in extending congratulations to Senator Obama. I'm having a harder time, though, offering my support.
I'm a mature person and a realist. What I'm going through seems akin to a failed romance. You don't break up with someone and then fall in love with someone else the next day (once you're past the age of 16, anyway). It takes time for wounds to heal and for you to be willing to extend yourself again. This seems the closest analogy for what it's like to devote yourself to a candidate for a year and then see it abruptly come to an end.
Perhaps it's a mistake for me to describe this process in emotional terms, since emotions are so, you know, chicky, but we need to acknowledge that emotions play a part in our choices, whether we are male or female.
Speaking of emotions, let me say I'm waaay angry at the Democratic Party. From superdelegates to the Michigan/Florida debacle, from caucuses to four different popular vote counts, the Democratic Party has not acquitted itself well this primary season.
So, for now, my inclination is just to stay home in November. I'm hoping, though, that as time wears on, the wounds will heal, and I will be able to fall into line like a good Democrat and embrace Senator Obama's candidacy.
Just not today.