Work and The Desire to be More than Myself

Snowy Bus Ride — taken by the author

The alarm goes off at 6:30, the dim blue light of dawn pouring in through the crack in my window blinds. I hit snooze a couple of times, letting my phone vibrate on my wooden bookshelf before I feel compelled to pull myself out of bed. The exhaustion of getting up too early hits me like a brick wall as I shuffle from bedroom to bathroom, to kitchen, stopping at the hallway pantry closet to grab the bag of cat treats…