I feel very stuck.
Every morning I wake up and it’s a new day, brimming with possibility. My phone, 500 out of 600 square feet (give or take) away from me in the kitchen rings out it’s stupid little alarm. My dog Joni whimpers from the high pitched sound. I stumble my way over to the phone and think about turning the alarm off but hit snooze instead, carrying it back to bed with me and hanging on to the last couple bits of snoozing.
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