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My barrel is full, will overflow soon, I don’t know what to do.
It’s a daily insult to my intelligence, a daily kick to my humanity.
A daily trampling of my emotions.

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My barrel is full, will overflow soon, I don’t know what to do.
It’s a daily insult to my intelligence, a daily kick to my humanity.
A daily trampling of my emotions.

All of us –without exception– go through difficult periods and sometimes even substantial crises in our lives. We feel like we are on a ship without an anchor, we feel hopelessness and powerlessness. Sometimes we just feel blue without any reason, other times we have to overcome a loss and hardship.
We feel overwhelmed, frustrated, and burnt out. What to do?

A lady walked into my workroom. I had been waiting on her, she had made an appointment a few days earlier. I stood behind my work surface, which puts automatically the required social distance in place. I wore my elephant mask with pride, while she wore nothing to protect herself -or me.
I should write how it all makes me feel, yet I am lost for words. I didn’t expect a call like this, didn’t think I could be of any help, yet I was and it left me with mixed emotions.
Just like all the other stores and workshops in my line of business, they asked me as well. “Could you sew masks, no pay, we provide the material, but we are running out of 1/4″ elastic, perhaps you have some?”