Good Morning you weary hearted hopefuls. I was texting a coupla friends the other day “joking” about the prospect of finally being able to (maybe) throw open the doors on these joyously awkward, sunburnt summer barbecues (that I’ll definitely be sneaking out of after 15 minutes.) What I’m struggling with is that for every burst of bubbling excitement, there’s this faint murmur of anxiety that echoes.
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Good Morning you weary hearted hopefuls. I was texting a coupla friends the other day “joking” about the prospect of finally being able to (maybe) throw open the doors on these joyously awkward, sunburnt summer barbecues (that I’ll definitely be sneaking out of after 15 minutes.) What I’m struggling with is that for every burst of bubbling excitement, there’s this faint murmur of anxiety that echoes.