My transition back into daily life after returning home from Tulum has not been an easy one. Four hours of sharing my adventures with my wife turned into four hours of sleep before four hours of dealing with a stranded vehicle. During all of this we took turns driving my daughter around to have some adventures of her own. We celebrated my wife’s birthday after a long siesta and somehow managed not to implode — although in all fairness, there were casualties.
I am saddened by the fact that my daughter might not be able to work the polls in the upcoming election as she has worked so hard to do. In all the chaos and confusion she missed her last opportunity for training. While there will certainly be other opportunities to work in future elections, I fear there may not be the same incentives to participate outside of the academic environment.
The idea of participating more than two to four times a year in our Democracy isn’t very enticing to most people, and with good reason. Since my return, the debate in our local elections has become quite bitter, as rumors have been spreading about one candidate’s financial supporters and another’s alignment with Children’s First principles. The only incentive that most of us have to participate is to defeat the bad guys and earn the right to complain about the results, as the old saying goes.