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A Big Event

How do you feel about politics?  There are some people who enjoy the thrill. I'm not one of them.  I have friends who do good work, aspire to do greater things, and I support them.

I realize that I would have done much better if the CA Rep. position had been one I needed to apply for, like a job. I was willing to do the work. I was willing to make my case as a qualified applicant. But the politics of it?

That was a whole different story.

I'm not an aggressive self-promoter. I had a team of wonderful people who worked hard and pushed me to do better. I know I was a challenge to them. What do you do if you want to get the job done but you don't like politics?

Write a check, maybe. Volunteer. Serve on a committee. Write a blog.

This morning someone for whom I have great respect is beginning a new phase of his political career. It's a big event. But when I think of the whole thing: the carefully planned event, significant location, local electeds who will be there for the requisite 'photo opps', I get that familiar pain in my gut.

Like Charlie Brown sitting in the school office, waiting to see the principal, my stomach hurts.

For those who enjoy politics, and who have the natural skills to flourish, I salute you. I'm especially glad that there are good people, who really care, who are willing to engage in this process.

Thank you. Rock on for a #BetterMaryland.

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