I have joined the ranks of the great Ronald Reagan who lost the Republican presidential nomination a couple of times before actually being elected. Last night Yours Truly was nominated to attend the county convention and Yours Truly did not win the vote.
For those of you who have forgotten how fun politics in Utah can be, we have precinct caucuses to elect delegates. These delegates then are supposed to represent our interests when they vote at state and county conventions for who actually goes on the general ballots.
I find these caucuses very enjoyable for many reasons. Mainly, it is always nice to leave the home and have hub in charge of bedtime. Also, I enjoy anything political. And lastly, it's fun to see all the political animals that are hiding in your neighborhoods.
But back to me losing. I hadn't planned on running for a spot since it does seem like many more aggressive male animals attend the caucus for that purpose and I don't want to deny them their prize. But a nice neighbor man nominated me and it's not very patriotic to decline. Then a bunch of other people got nominated or nominated themselves (which I find funny ). Then it was time to vote.
I just don't know where I went wrong. Maybe I should have come with my posse and had my votes ahead of time as did our new precinct chair. Or maybe I should have been better prepared with my 1 minute 'get to know you' speech in which I forgot everything I learned in my Public Speaking 101 class I took at BYU. It might have been my personal appearance. I hadn't bathed in awhile. No, actually I was heading to aerobics immediately following the meeting and was dressed like a gym rat as opposed to the polo-shirted and khaki-pantsed men who were my opponents. Perhaps it was because I had been offered the very exciting role as treasurer/secretary and therefore the crowd didn't want to overwhelm me with responsibility (joke--as you do absolutely nothing in that role. Of which I am not complaining) But whatever the reasons, I did not win.
I cried myself to sleep last night, cursed the system for not allowing me time to create a darling slogan and buttons to pass around, and started thinking of conspiracy theories that involved men feeling inferior to an intelligent woman who wears coordinating Reebok yoga pants and shoes to caucus meetings. But today I am over it. I can vote for whomever I want come the primaries and the general election and not feel guilty if it's not what my precinct wanted. I can also attend the conventions as a volunteer as I have in the past. And like the great Reagan before me, I shall rise again. Only hopefully it won't be to become the treasurer/secretary for the third time.
(This does remind me of when I would make my cousin Steph play elections with me and I always told her to call me Ronald Megan. I was a very fun child)