I found my election registration card somewhere in all the junk I've yet to unpack. I suppose I should vote tomorrow. It's just difficult to find any enthusiasm when I know my vote will not make a big difference. Even if my vote were the one that decided the next Premier, what difference would that make? At the end of the day, the promises I care about won't be kept anyway. A few more portables will be erected at the local school and more greenhouse gazes will be pumped out.
What difference will I make?
I find myself asking that question about more than the outcome of the election. If I didn't show up to this today or that tonight, would it make a difference to anyone other than myself? I can't say that I ever wanted to impact everyone's life. But I wished I could have mattered to a few.
Do I make a difference to You? So many of the things I want, they don't seem to be what You want. But I can't let go of them. And I can't let go of You. How can I be of any use to You or even to anyone else like that?
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