Or rather, what I reminded myself of.
I walk up to the Starbucks ordering counter, give the barista my order for a Venti Mocha Frappuccino Light with my free Starbucks drink (Yay! Because their Frappuccinos are rather overpriced), she asks for my name, I give it to her, she repeats back to me. All good.
Go to the other end of the counter, and wait for my drink. After way too long of a wait a different barista comes up with my drink…
Instantly I am angry… at myself for not speaking clearly enough, at the barista for not understanding… all the fun irrational thoughts that come out of life with a speech impairment.
But however annoyed I am I also really need my coffee after my nearly 3-mile walk. I grab the Frappuccino and step outside. Then I read the name on the cup…
So all that angst was really not necessary. Barista 2 just couldn’t read Barista 1’s handwriting. I was clear enough.
I am a perfectionist and hard on myself, especially when I know I can do “better”… but I’m learning to let go of what I cannot change.
And sometimes that means grabbing the drink that is on the counter if it’s the right one, no matter what name is called. You may be pleasantly surprised.
I can so relate to this. Your post puts it all in perspective! Nicely said.