As I scrambled to pick up the pizza and head out to host the first phone bank of my campaign, I felt more than anything, a bit eager. So I stopped, and took a breath, and questioned why I might be looking forward to something that generally takes a lot of work and energy … and humor. Then I remembered – this time last year I was hosting some of the first phone banks I had ever organized – and I bonded with people at every single phone bank, whether it was a community member I was calling or a phone banker in my same shoes – doing the work.
My eagerness paid off, it was just how I remembered. At first, we were all a little nervous and cranky – not sure how many “good calls” we would have – nervous that people would be annoyed. Then, we all found are places in the house, one of us in the laundry room, one in the bedroom, one in the kitchen, and another in the dining room, and our voices start taking up space. And there was laughter and sweetness in the voices filling up space. These volunteers are doing uncomfortable things … because they believe in something … and they want to be a part of it. I hear them ever so politely saying “I don’t want to take up too much of your time …” and “… she believes in bringing your voice…” and I am calling people – and the moment … all of this … is not lost on me – I feel gratitude.
There is not a single thing like bonding over phone banking – and many of my friends who have put in the work would agree. You make friends on the phone, you share ideas, and political views, and energy over the phone. And you bond with the people sitting next to you – because you both … all three, four, and five of you – are living life meaningfully.
It’s not about me – or my campaign … or winning. It’s about doing things that you are passionate about … and feeling what it feels like to have the universe confirm that you are right where you are supposed to be.
Friday nights, folks. It’s where it’s at.