Here in Canada, it’s been that time where boulevards are littered with the most annoying little signs every 10 feet.
That’s right – it’s Election time. The time where we all get to exercise the freedom to vote. I’m not going to lie, I had never voted before. Yes, even though I’ve been able to vote for seven years. Never voted, not once.
Mostly it was because I didn’t feel like I was educated enough to cast a vote for a particular individual. A small bit of it was that I was kind of afraid of the whole process. It seemed so adult. I didn’t want to brave it.
This year I was determined to change that. I wanted to make an informed decision. I’ll save the political talk though – this is not that kind of blog. I had some conversations with my family, read some articles on main platform points and looked into where certain electoral candidates stood on issues particularly close to my heart.
Then came today – the day of the big vote.
To be honest, it’s quite an archaic process. Folded piece of paper, a pencil, and a good old ‘x’ marks the spot. That was it. I slipped the ballot in the box, and my vote was cast!
It was adulting at it’s finest. And though I’m often not a fan of made up social media words, it just seems so appropriate.