Today is the Eve of Her. The day before the most powerful nation in the world chooses a woman to lead. It feels almost sacred.
I wonder if this is how it felt to watch Neil Armstrong first step on the moon. Half a billion people clustered around television sets. Excited, afraid, in awe. Connected in their uncertainty, holding their breath.
One small step for a woman. A giant leap for humankind.
The small steps will be many, and they are of little interest to me. Of greater interest is the leap.
A young girl saying, “I want to be President,” and knowing it could be true. Because there is a President, and she looks like her.