Uncertainty is nothing to be afraid of
I have had my voting registration sheet sitting stationary at my house for an embarrassingly long time.
At least two months it’s been on the counter: filled out and ready to mail, but not turned in yet.
The flimsy piece of paper reminds me of how quickly so many things are about to change. In the middle of April, I am going to be an eighteen-year-old. An adult, or so they say.