The worst thing about being an adult is having to force myself to do things that I don’t want to do. Every morning I have to bully myself out of bed. There is always a part of me that is digging in her heels and refusing to get up, even as the rest of me is pushing away the covers and getting out of bed. That rebellious part of me is angry, and she gets a little angrier every day. Thank goodness she’s allowed to sleep in on weekends. Otherwise she would have staged a coup by now.

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