I survived a few days working alone. I can tell you it was all sheer mental strength that got me through. Physically, I'm not too capable of managing multiple studios and a shop front alone. In fact I don't even dare to think about it. Writing about it also scares me because I have to get through this period every month and it is highlighting the stress that I already have besides this onslaught.
Anyway, I really hope I can see daylight soon. I had the privilege of discussing one of my problem (yes, I have plenty) with my sister and she brought some light to my current situation. You know, sometimes God does not answer prayers and we wonder why. It dawned on us that this particular issue that I'm having may need to be looked at differently. It made sense. I hope God will grant me some relief now since I am guessing that 'the other person(s)' involved cannot be helped by me in this manner.

There are so many issues that I am grappling with, and it's no wonder I turn into a slug during the day. Moving from point A to B takes so much effort. It's like I have an imaginary baggage over my shoulder. No wonder I feel old. Look at the time. It's 3am and I am pounding on the keyboard. There are things and requirements that I'd need to fulfill and thus I am here. I am grateful though. There is also something about me. I cannot but feel love and compassion for all the construction workers around me. Just this evening I was coming home after midnight, and I see three workers hacking away in a complete shroud of dust. It broke my heart. I was thinking, what if he's my brother? I really feel for anyone who has to earn their living in such a hard backbreaking way. God bless and protect them.