Sipped, I wish the liquor can just make my worries disappear. I hope the boiling sensation in my stomach can make me sleep better without waking up at 5.30am in the morning. I am relying on the green can to make me feel better. Yes, it has been a bl--dy sh*tty week, maybe I am stressing myself out, perhaps I am not a person who can handle big responsibility or high position. Once again, this will give me a few days of thinking.
When a responsibility is given, you have no obligations but to perform your best. After the week, I might have overrated myself, considering I can manage a given task well. The truth is always hurtful, and the hopes I have given to myself are not reached, expectations are crushed. It's depressing and disappointing to see that happen, but it can be a motivation driving myself to the next challenge, with an improvised mindset.
Stress. When it over-controlled you, you are no longer yourself. What you risk losing is a life, what you might be gaining is the will to put up a good fight, to fight back the rights to have the control of your life. Stress is a manipulative life variable. When it's positive, it will push you to the limit, bring you the glory and taste of success. Oppositely, it might bring you down with the mental game, where you will never emerge as a winner.
Sipping the last mouth from the green can, the bitterness did not make the stress away, indicating that avoiding isn't a way to solve existing problems. I am not ready to face it nor to solve it but I know I am ready to work on changes.
Kisses to the magic green can,