In as little as a few minutes, one can go from Barfly to Salesguy. Or so I just learned.
I made my first wine sale today. 10 cases of inexpensive, quality southern French wine and a smattering of Puglianese Super-Tuscan. Who knew that doing what I do (talking about stuff I like) and being properly equipped (bag full of wine) could actually generate funds for me to live on? Isn't that what we're all supposed to do? Find something that you're good at and that you do anyway and figure out how to get paid for it? I suppose, for now.
I realize that I miss my old neighborhood. I got to see folks that I know and have worked for in the past. It makes me smile when people whom I haven't seen in months stop what they are doing, smile, and ask me how I am doing. Its a nice feeling: that feeling of recognition and belonging. Since recently becoming single, I suppose that those feelings: recognition and belonging, have been prioritized higher by my subconscious. Perhaps the need for social interdependence morphs as the social paradigm changes; it makes sense to me.
I got invited out for a drink well past my bedtime. I can tell that I am in for an entirely new set of circumstances that will shape this next and newest segment of my life. Not that I mind being invited out for a drink, or even being out past my bedtime. . .Its just new. No one to answer to. No one to be responsible to. Just me. Interestingly enough, you can be 27 and experience the same sense of Big-worldedness that your 17-year-old self did a decade ago, the only thing that changes are the players and the setting; the rules appear pretty much the same.
On that note, here's to the rules staying the same and a more exciting game for all. If that is the lesson that I get to learn this time around, I will be a grateful man for it. Cheers.