A Starbucks encounter
Oh, hi friends!
Yesterday, the guy working at Starbucks asked my name twice to get it right. (It’s pronounced Care-a, btw, not Car-a, although I kind of answer to anything, including K-K, Care Bear, and Cookie Monster, although that one’s yet to catch on.)
Then the other guy working at Starbucks told me “thanks for coming by” and to “have a good day now”—twice. I should note this is an incredibly busy and chaotic location. It stresses me out to be in there for five minutes—can’t imagine what an eight-hour shift feels like.
But it’s the little things. Doesn’t matter if they’re told to say these things. They felt genuine. And these little micro moments of thoughtfulness add up. Here I am, remembering it seven hours later.
Now I’m sad I don’t know their names. But I’m sure I’ll need more caffeine tomorrow.
“…the single greatest impetus for stretching beyond your limits appears to be good old belief. No out-of-shape runner can crush a four-minute mile with motivation alone. But research shows that having an unshakable confidence in one’s ability and commitment reliably compels athletes to find that extra gear.
‘Training is the cake and belief is the icing,' [Alex] Hutchinson reflects, ‘but sometimes that thin smear of frosting makes all the difference.’”
From The Wisdom of Running a 2,189-Mile Marathon.
Belief. Belief. BELIEF.
Take that and run with it.
A fluffy bumblebee born without wings. A lady named Fiona. A BEAUTIFUL FRIENDSHIP. This video is oddly compelling and heartrending and tragic, all in four minutes?! Scorsese and Sorkin should take notes. (h/t* Aunt Gina)
(h/t = hat tip! It’s used on Twitter to give credit to sources—and in this newsletter to let you know where I get my good links and sob-inducing YouTube videos!)
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Thanks, as always, for reading.
Love, Kara