Stuck on the Merry-Go-Round: Wishing for My Own Groundhog Day
Right now, as I write this, I am frustrated. I am angry. I am tired. Not the kind of tired that sleep fixes. The kind that sits in your chest. The kind that whispers, “What if you could just erase this and start over?” There are moments when I wish life worked like the movie Groundhog Day. Bill Murray wakes up to the same day over and over again. No permanent consequences. No irreversible…

















