I have not written specifically about the campaign in a while. It is partially because I have still been processing the entire experience and trying to figure out if it was something I wanted to write about…or just plain try to forget about it.
As Ana Cupril, the current Vice Chair of the Wyoming Democratic Party, pointed out in the comments of a previous post, I was an unprepared candidate. I had no name recognition, no base, and no money.
In all likelihood, running for Congress was a bad idea. But I did it. I learned a lot. I grew a lot. I am a tad more jaded about politics. I also have a stronger faith in God. I will never be the same.
I have decided that writing about my campaign will help me process the changes in my life since the campaign. I also have a few tips…or warnings…for future underfunded grassroots candidates.
The campaign chronicles are one of three post-dissertation book projects I am working on. Yes, that means I have to finish the dissertation first. You will be reading about that a lot in the coming months as well.
I tell my story in honor of my family. They suffered the most because of this campaign. It is their story as much as mine. That is why it cannot just be swept under the rug.
Check out the earlier #campaignchronicles posts here. I will be adding two more posts to the series this week, starting tomorrow.