9 hours

Since the early morning I knew today will be a very long, stressful day. And yes, it was a very bad day till he opened up my eyes and realised that it's just my mind messing things up.

"I've never seen you so stressed like this before..." she said.

I wasn't satisfied with the stuff I produced, and lost all the self confidence, I thought I'm just going to give up being a so called creative designer. I said why would he done this to me, why he didn't give me the ideas. I opened up all the books and references. But day was just getting worse as nobody around me that afternoon, no support, no good words, just self blaming, bad ones. Nobody asked, I didn't share it, so it's simple, nobody will care.

And also, an expectation that I was waiting for didn't turn up, I was running out of battery but the charger wasn't so responsive. The red light I was hoping never turned up.

Then it was just an hour before the meeting so I packed all the work I did, and went off. I kept whining about how he didn't help me, yet I said to him to help me out this time, help me. Imagining all the bad feedbacks and responses that I will get while driving to the meeting place. I was like a walking corpse.

Ok, now, the good facts. The clients love most of my ideas, they said that they're right to chose me to do this project. I felt like relieved in split seconds after having a very sick day. I still think it was not good yet, and I hate it, but at least I will enjoy the rest of the night, 9 hours?

I said thank you. Thank you for being there when there's no single soul helping me out. Thank you for keeping quite while I was whining like a loser, just so I would find the answer by myself. Am not bad at all.