Today was about karma yoga, the yoga of action: voting.
(I’ve been practicing yoga for 20 years and I’m one of those people that manages to squeeze yoga into nearly every conversation. I’m working on being less annoying about it.)
My sweetheart and I headed to the local polling place early so we could vote as soon as it opened at 7am. As we queued up outside with about 2 dozen other people on the sidewalk, we chatted about why we couldn’t just vote via mobile phone and skip the whole standing in line thing.
But here’s the thing: I love this part. I like walking to the polls, chatting with neighbors while standing in line, making small talk with the volunteers, and filling out the ballot. I like that the whole process is one I can’t rush, even if I tried.
A few minutes before 7, a woman stepped outside and announced that the polls would open at 8. The crowd responded. “Wait, no. It’s at 7!” I might be reading into it, but the collective tone was a little tense - not angry, exactly. More like impatient. The moment passed pretty quickly when she realized her mistake and assured us that the polls would open at 7.