I walked in to my second home and the smell was familiar. The people were too. The stickiness on the ground was comforting although I don’t usually like the two-step my shoes take with sticky floors. I was walking into my morning office - Peets.
I ordered my latte and the barista welcomed me with her smile. “Hey Pepper...how’s it going?” I love my routine. I meandered to MY seat. Everyone in the coffee shop tacitly agrees that it is MY seat. When someone else sits there, everyone seems a little off kilter. It’s as if we’ve seen a couple together who isn’t supposed to be.
I looked over at Paul holding in his hand an overwhelmingly heavy symbol of my old low self esteem. I walked over chuckling. “Whatcha reading this time, Paul?” He smiled and boasted his bravery. “This is the mother of all mothers.” I could feel my ninth grade teacher’s voice scrape the back of my heart. I remembered her words: “You are the worst student I have ever had.” (Why in the world did I allow her venom to still penetrate my day?)
“Whoa, I said.” “You’ve really done it this time."
“Have you read it, Lisa?” “No, no. I don’t think I could EVER do that,” I replied. “Yes YOU could. “One latte at a time,” he emphatically insisted. “This one is about 90 lattes worth.” My eyes lit up. Paul, this is exactly what I teach my clients. You have a Big Hairy Goal (thanks Jeanna for those words) and you can’t imagine completing it. I coach them by saying, “One step at a time...progress not perfection...better done than perfect.”
It struck me then the powerful familiar wisdom of the moment: Read as many pages as you can - one latte at a time.
What’s worth 90 lattes?
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