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On not catching a break.

2020 truly is a bottomless pit of despair.

After spending two months in quarantine, worried for the world, it feels almost anticlimactic to be worried for family and self. But here it is. The slow erosion of the past weeks has left our resilience in tatters. As the rhythms of the personal and the professional are at the lowest ebb, we still need to trudge on and believe that everything is a cycle.

Now is the time for care: care for self, care for others, time to not reflect and to simply survive. Time to be thankful, as well, that our family has managed to weather storms before and has grown, improbably, stronger at the core.

But damn is it tiring, right now.



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