Ok, I can only speak for myself here, but in an effort to foster transparency and trust in our fledgling relationship, I gotta be honest.
Sometimes, I feel like a sham as a PC.
Now, I should clarify. I am doing the do. I’m getting educated. I’m attending my LD meetings. I’m reaching out, meeting neighbors, leaving friendly letters and business cards at the homes that don’t open their doors (no matter what time of day I knock.) And mostly, it’s fun. I’ve met like-minded, involved individuals and been reminded I’m not alone. People are generally friendly and receptive. They’re happy to see someone representing the Democrats.
But sometimes, in that moment before I knock, there’s that gnawing feeling maybe somebody else should be doing this. Someone more qualified. Someone with more experience. Someone older. Someone younger. Someone more involved. Someone with more free time. Someone with a degree that has something to do with PCing…I don’t even know what that degree is but I know it’s not Theatre Arts. You see where I’m going with this, right?
Someone other than ME.
I sit with that for a moment. I know it’s a stunted thought. It’s negligent; it’s self-indulgent, and perhaps most jeopardous, it is idle.
We deserve a better government but we are owed nothing. My county has 416 PC slots. 55 of them are filled. This show requires audience participation, folks, and while he didn’t originate it, it’s Barack’s voice I hear when I remind myself, “We are the one’s we’ve been waiting for.” It’s time for me to show up, for us all to show up. We need the stay-at-home mom, the small-business owner, the trade worker, the college student, the retiree, and yes, the theatre arts major.
I carefully consider the repercussions of my doubt and insecurity…
And then I knock.