11/04/2025
This isn’t where I thought I would be. I don’t say that as a bad thing, but as a matter of fact. My own name is on a political yard sign in front of my house. My name is on a ballot. I filled in the circle next to my own name. If you knew me growing up in school, or even college, you probably wouldn’t recognize me now. Sure, I physically resemble who I have always been. But emotionally I am an entirely different person. I found a version of myself I didn’t know was missing.
Joining the city council wasn’t on my radar until it was. But putting myself out there to be appointed might be the single scariest and greatest experience. I didn’t recognize it as scary when I did it. I just did because it felt like the right thing do. I am incredibly grateful for my fellow councilmembers and city staff for their guidance, wisdom, and camaraderie. They helped me navigate something very few have experience doing.
I have talked to more people doorknocking in the last few months than I have in some years. It’s been the key to success. I approach homes I’ve never been to, of people I’ve never met, prepared to win them over (or be told to take a hike, more or less). I got past rejection quickly. I have renewed my hope in the world after the abundance of kindness and encouragement I have received. I could not have anticipated all the discussions I would have, but I discovered how nimble of a conversationalist I have become, talking about anything and everything with people. I willingly approach strangers and speak in front of crowds. This isn’t where I thought I would be.
There are other parts of doorknocking no one told me about. How many dogs I would pet or spiderwebs I would reach through to ring a doorbell. Or that sometimes people might live trap a squirrel and leave it on their front porch to address after dinner (that only happened once). But I wasn’t prepared for the thoughtfulness and smiles and enthusiasm of others.
If someone rings your doorbell, answer it and be kind. As many lovely individuals as I have met, there were still a few mean ones. Angry I interrupted their dinner or had the audacity to have a different belief than them. I’ve said it many times in this adventure, but my single greatest fear for the future is lack of connection. I don’t know how we find common ground forward if we don’t talk and work together. I don’t want to talk to your video doorbell. I want to talk to you. Answer the door. With kindness and an open mind.
This isn’t where I thought I would be. It’s infinitely better. Happy Election Day.