I see people posting things about making stuff in their one bedroom apartments, and I eat Mac and cheese in my bed. I see people getting hyped up over some internet trend and I see people making out in cars with people they don't know. I see a lot these days, and I don't really care. This seems mean or harsh, but while they are doing those things or living Youtube lives among insta-celebrities; I am just trying to experience. I am not saying that is bad, trust me if I could get paid to travel, I would. Right now it isn't in my life, so I can't wish for something that isn't meant to be yet. Right now, I will experience as much as I can.
Exactly what I do. I want to experience everything, and every moment my life will give me. Last week my friend said "Do you want VIP tickets to Obama's speech at the Hilary rally?" Needless to say I smiled and said "I will call out of work." I agreed to this not knowing anything about the day. Not knowing the hours, not knowing if my boss would say I could go. Not knowing anything. I did know I was standing with Mom's Demand Action and Everytown (who I have volunteered with before). I knew these women were amazing and focused and to share another moment with them (I marched with them in New York City's Pride Parade) I was going to be happy.
I was too excited to sleep and arrived in front of the Philadelphia Art Museum's steps three hours before they let anyone in. When they finally did, I had to ditch my bagel, and my water. I stood in a crowd of people sweating for hours. They handed out water to people. I danced a little here and there while the production team played music. I waited to this President Obama. I waited and waited. There were a group of women celebrating. I laughed with them and said "Do you want me to take the picture for you?" They said "Yes! Baby please!" I took a few shots of them and they said "Oh my God, you're good at this!" We laughed and I learned that their brother was introducing Obama. We chatted and I learned that there are 12 siblings in their family. We discussed and then tried to move closer to the stage.
I saw the cars pull up. My heart stopped. I could feel so many emotions rushing through my body. He took the stage and I saw him take the stage. I cried. My mom the following day called me a "baby." However, this man was the first man that said "we can." I remember seeing him on the news in high school. I remember raising my hand in a current events class and saying "If I could vote for him, I would." I was seventeen at the time. I was the only student who wanted him to be president. Most of my classmates were republican clones of their parents. This man protected me with health insurance after I graduated college. This man said to me and all Americans that we can do better. I believed. I still believe we can do better.
He shortly came down and shook the hands of the crowd. I reached out and he grabbed my hand. I yelled with my throat being dry from the heat and crying, but i managed a simple "Thank you!" I cried more.
I got to shake the president's hand and say thank you. That is grabbing life and running with it. I am looking forward to what is to come. I am going to say "yes" and write more. I am going to experience what I can right now. I am going to make my own history.