Let the table come to you

Yesterday afternoon I went to Starbucks to work. I go about once a week or so - more often, I'd be broke and twice my weight. :) I like to save it for when I am feeling particularly lacking in motivation, or when there's construction in my condo building and the noise is distracting. Yesterday was a bit of both.

When I got there, no tables were empty. Most of the tables are two-person, but the four-person one by the window had one woman at it. I could have gone there, in a pinch, but I don't like to share tables and I didn't know if she would either.

Worry rose in me as I waited for my drink (peppermint white chocolate mocha, in case you were wondering) but I told myself, "You will find a table. It will work out." I repeated this to myself as I took my drink and began walking toward the four-person table. "It will work out. You'll find a spot."

When I drew level with the last table before the four-person, the man at that table stood up. I asked if he was done, and he was, and I got my own table. And I got tons of work done.

Did believing I'd find a spot make it happen? I don't know. But it's sure a lot less stressful than telling myself, "You're crazy to think there'll be any space for you. Look at how busy this place is" like I used to do.

You may notice (if I've done it right) that I've turned the comments back on. To be frank, I had them off because I feel uncomfortable when a post doesn't get comments. I feel like I failed to interest anyone enough to comment. But I have missed reading your comments, and while several people took the time to email me directly, it's not the same and I know it. So, they're back on. Comment away! :)