About four or five days ago, I stopped my Zoloft cold-turkey. About two days ago, I started my own business as an independent consultant for Scentsy. Yesterday, I slipped my number into a significantly older man’s coffee warmer sleeve.
In retrospect, I’ve been progressing quickly in life recently, and I hope it’s a good thing.
I’ll start with the psych meds:
I was not tolerating the oversleeping anymore. Today I met with my psychiatric nurse, and she understood, having been a bad patient herself, and prescribed a low dose of Prozac, which should also help with my death-trap menstrual periods. This feels like a better fit, as Prozac is supposed to be less sleep inducing, being close equivalent with some of the lowest doses of Zoloft.
On to Scentsy:
A friend sells this adorable product line of scent holders and scents, including plush animal scent holders. The owl is too cute. She got me looped in without effort, because I see an opportunity to make extra cash to help me vacate my parents’ home and move into an apartment. A mutual friend of the Scentsy friend was sipping coffee with us the night I decided to join. She works for an apartment complex that rents cheap studios, utilities included. My meeting with them suddenly caused me to think that my life will soon sort out.
It will. But I still have a little anxiety about investing in Scentsy. Will I be disciplined enough to sell enough to make enough? Will I make enough to land an apartment? Could I soon quit my job at the coffee house?
The coffee house, where I gave a man nearly my dad’s age my number.
He’s not someone I just met; William (we’ll call him that for now) and I have chatted several times when he comes in for his coffee. His gentle spirit draws me to him. I need that in my life. Additionally, he’s a spiritual intellectual like me. And oh the feels I feel when I see him nowadays. I realized about a month ago that I like him, and it was sudden, as I was talking to him across the counter.
It was difficult to give him my number, written on a guest check, with the following above my name: “Let’s talk physics, philosophy, and spirituality sometime. =)” I figure this was not too imposing. Two friends I work with know, and encouraged me all along. However, I didn’t serve him when he came in yesterday, as I was serving someone else. Plus, he was sitting with a guy he was studying something with, and I couldn’t just approach the table, slide the half-folded paper on the table slowly, then dash off with a giggle. Instead of his regular coffee, he bought a tea instead, anyway. However, before I dumped the decaf for the night, I asked if he’d want some. One of my coworkers went to ask, but I poured anyway after scrambling to place the note in the sleeve.
He came to the counter before leaving, asking, “Is this for now or later?”
“Whenever,” I said while cleaning pots, turning to grin to myself.
The call hasn’t come yet, but I work tonight, and he’s likely to drop in.
He’s much older than me, and I have had to smash my anxiety with rejection from him or high disapproval from my parents. But I’m attracted to him. If it becomes clear I’m compatible with this man, his age will not be an issue to me. Will my age be an issue to him?
Will I be able to sort out the above possibilities, and other things I haven’t mentioned and don’t want to bore you with?
Ah, sweet mystery of this recent accelerated life!