My internship with D Magazine ended last week. The editors took me to lunch, I ate an outstanding BLT, and drove home that day feeling little-to-nothing about this chapter closing. Complete neutrality.
Now, instead of starting full-time, as I thought might happen, I’ll continue contract writing some 20 hours a week and head back to the establishment that can’t keep my away: the Starbucks inside of Market Street.
Four years have passed since I accepted this position. In need of some summer cash, I happily took this job in the middle of COVID, diving head first into a job I always thought would be too hard or too stressful. Over the years, I’ve watched our little corner change and grow. Co-workers have come and gone, and only a few of the original cast remain. Still, I enjoy it. The early, early mornings, the eccentric guests, the sub-zero freezer runs, all of it.
In addition to fun, I’ve also learned much from my time there, and I have grown in ways I did not foresee. For example, my communication skills have improved. If you know me, you may or may not realize that bantering with strangers is not a talent I naturally possess. I tend to freeze up a little. I’m not sure what to say, so I chuckle stupidly and flash my pearly whites instead.
I brought this insecurity up to my counselor back in 2021, and she encouraged me to ask my more gifted co-workers for advice and then implement it as I talk to strangers while taking orders or handing off drinks.
About six months back, I noticed I found more joy than anxiety in talking to customers. It felt easy and fun. I was no longer afraid to give a compliment or crack a joke. I brought this up to a long-time co-worker of mine — one who’s been around since I began— and much to my delight, she agreed. I had indeed improved over the years!
Reflecting on this has brought me some clarity. Back in December, I equated my current situation — part time writing, working as a barista, and living at home — to standing in a stagnant pond. I realize now that just because a situation is steady doesn’t mean it’s inactive. Stability doesn’t equal stagnation.
With that December blog also came loneliness. Friendships were either underdeveloped, distant, or in transition. I’m pleased to report that the situation has changed. I speak more consistently with my friends who are far away, my newer friendships have grown, and I’ve reconnected with old friends all by the grace of God. It has made such a difference!
I find myself much more content with where I am: in the DFW metroplex, in Coppell, living at home. For a long time I believed if I only lived in the “right” place, I would be satisfied. Apart from Heaven, no such place exists! A truly comforting thought that allows me to exhale, enjoy, and simply be present.
So, here’s to the friends and family that bring endless joy into my life. Here’s to yet another indefinite season at Starbucks. Here’s to steady growth and purposeful activity. Here’s to my little corner of the world!
Pursuing Peace 