So I get a new job. It's a nice place but I don't want to be there. Everything is new to me: the people, the coffee machine, the rhythm... I miss my old job and the people there. Every day I want to leave and not come back.

But I stay. I keep pouring, I make small talk.

Then one day, I pour this tulip.
3-tier 3-layer, nothing fancy. Poured many like it before. But looking at it, just before handing the cup to the customer, it feels different. And I feel different. Yes, all of a sudden I just know everything's gonna be ok.
I'M gonna be ok.

I took a photo of that tulip. A reminder of that moment.