I don’t know exactly how to start this introduction, so I’ll jump right into it! I go by IffyBiffy for two reasons: 1) A big part of the Username was a nickname my Mimi used to call me 2) and I’m almost always Iffy about something! I’m totally up for sharing about my problems with anxiety and the constant fight to keep my dark clouds away! Don’t be afraid to reach out to talk about either! 🙂
I stabbed my middle finger with my lit cigarette. I was looking to kill the nerves so I could flip a bird and never feel anything.
Hopped up on cigs and coffee
Must be how Dad felt
Oh, and don’t forget the nerves
Okay so, get this: – actually no, picture this: It’s 2016, I’m a freshman in junior college, I work at a shitty McDonalds that I get so close to rage quitting every day. At the time, it’s August and I’ve only been working at McD’s for a few weeks but I’ve pretty much got things down. Now, my anxiety is focused on getting through my first day at college. I’m a bit relieved because I chose to start working weeks before I went to school instead of at the same time. I’d only have to focus on one learning experience at a time.
Okay, now picture this: It’s 2021, I’m a sophomore in a big, scary university. My first day at work starts tomorrow at 11am, sharp. I won’t be starting my sophomore year until the spring semester starts in 2022 because I was late to the admissions party. Still, it’s this same scenario, again. I’ll be mastering one learning experience, a.k.a. my new job, and then moving on to the next experience in the spring, a.k.a. university.
Alright, we’ve looked at the similarities, so let’s check the opposite end of the spectrum. For starters, vibe check. 2016: depressed, scared, unmedicated, haven’t gotten my depression and anxiety diagnosis yet. Also, shitty job no one and their momma’s momma wanna work at. 2021: medicated, diagnosed, braver than before, excited to go to my first shift instead of so nervous I can’t sleep. I have more than just customer service under my belt to help my learning experience. I have a little secret ingredient that I’ve been cultivating for the past 5 years: confidence.
Allow me to tell you of my journey with confidence. It all began when I finally did get prescribed my first prescription for antidepressants. (And let me just do a quick interlude here: um, that doctor made me so mad. He would NOT listen to me and refused to give me more than a 3 months dosage because he believed I was only anxious and depressed because of school) So, I was new to the whole “it takes roughly 2 months for your prescription to fully effect you” thing. My first few weeks were more of a placebo effect because I swore up and down the meds were already taking full effect. I was happy and energetic! And, I was confident! It wasn’t the medication that made me confident, though. It was just me not realizing that it was my choice to be the way I was and am now. Still, there were times where it was all fake. As a friend of mine told me “Sometimes you have to fake it till you make it” and I took that as creating your own confidence. Hey, crazier things have happened. Like I said, there were times where I was fake but it helped me through and now, I feel I’m more genuine. I realized that it’s okay to make mistakes and to just let those mistakes go. I believe I realized this when I was a new server at a pub I used to work at. I worked there as a host for about 2 years and I was approaching my 21st birthday in a handful of months. The owner of the pub wanted me to start dipping my toes into the serving pool and I remember being so nervous that I’d get migraines from the anxious strain I’d put on myself. I rarely get migraines and they’re only brought on by severe or long-term stress. Anyway, I’d make mistakes. I would start the whole cycle of beating myself up over them but then I remember noticing something: I’d accidentally wrung something up incorrectly and the owner had to fix it. 5 minutes later, while I was still thinking about it, he was joking around with the BOH employees. I think that’s what helped me realize that he wasn’t mad about my mess-up. And even if he had been, the anger was gone within minutes. Why? Because it’s not a big deal. I messed up, oh well. If I don’t focus on correcting myself and, instead, focus on my mess up I’ll just keep making mistakes. I won’t learn from anything and with that information, I pushed my way through messy situations and have tried my best to focus on “I’ll be better next time” instead of “Why did I do that?”
In doing this, I’ve become better at whatever I’m doing. Sure, I’m still not the greatest or smartest in situations, but as long as I learn from them, I’ll be okay. In understanding that I’m only human, I’ve grown more confident. We are all human; therefore, we all make mistakes. Growing from those mistakes have made me sure enough that I can deal with change, with newness. I look forward to learning and experiencing life.
I hope that anyone reading this feels the same way. Good luck on whatever you’re doing tomorrow. Remember, when you make a mistake, learn from it and learn from it with confidence.
Hello and good afternoon! I’m posting from a cute coffee shop known as Restoration 49 which is easily one of my favorite coffee shops aside from Side Track! I am currently almost out of data on my phone and we don’t have wifi (yet- but that won’t be till next year), so I needed a place to search for jobs and do all the “fun” online surveys to make a little extra cash.
I’ve put in a few applications but I feel like I’m not getting anywhere to be honest. I’m just sitting here, wasting money. My mental health hasn’t been its absolute greatest so I know money is playing a role in how I’m doing. If I could just start back on making some money, even some, I’d feel better. At least then I would know I would be getting more money eventually. I keep telling myself I don’t have to stay at jobs forever if I don’t like them. Just maybe long enough to find somewhere better. Wish me luck in my job hunting!
My official vacation starts tomorrow afternoon! I have been, kind of, on a little vacay since I quit my job last Sunday. It’s been really nice waking up and sleeping whenever I want to. But also, the panic packing to move to Alabama after my vacation is starting to hit me. I moved my first chunk of stuff the other day, completely filling my car up. I was thinking to myself, wow, I will probably only need one more trip and I’ll be done. However, I’m looking at the mass of items in front of me, still needing to find their way to my new home and I’m rethinking that I’ll need at least 2 more trips. I’d practically need one trip all on its’ own for the desk. It’s a good desk, I don’t want to leave it. Plus, I just bought it and assembled it last year. I wonder if I can just take a few screws out and pull it apart for easier storage.
I’m getting off track. I have a flight to Maine I’m currently packing for and I think my dog knows I’m leaving. He’s barely left my side since I got home from washing my last load of clothes. I’m pretty sure he got his steps in walking back and forth with me and my forgetful brain. I keep getting distracted since I’m packing for 2 different places. Also, I have a lot of stuff I don’t want. Goodwill has seen me twice and will see me at least one more time before I officially leave Albany.
Anyway, I need to get back to packing. I just wanted to give a quick update before I left! :)))))