Beer Glass Half Full

I’m nervous, no, anxious walking into this brewery 40 minutes south of Downtown LA. Like a lost puppy, I follow my friend who is equally as lost as I am. It makes no sense but it comforts me because for the first time, I’m living a social life that’s not work-related.

So here I sit, eating mini Macheen Birria tacos and downing my very first glass of beer since attending university. It’s only after eating that I down one-third of a small glass, reliving times when I was suffering through depression.

Back when I wanted to feel numb just to escape from all of the stress on top of the pressures of being in college. Today, I stare at a glass half full, feeling relieved that I’ve come such a long way since then. I’m in a much happier place in my life now.

I’m not as nervous as I once was about being an impoverished blue-collar worker and breadwinner of my household. I just show up to work everyday, challenging myself to learn more about my surroundings.

I can say I’m much more experienced in facing the real world all while preparing myself for future endeavors. At least the glass is no longer half-empty, but refillable.

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