I walked confidently into Starbucks this afternoon, excited at the prospect of a skinny vanilla latte, the treat of choice from the cast of BOEING BOEING. I was even going to splurge and get a grande I had decided. And their veggie juice, to mitigate the evil I’d ordered. I pulled out my magic Starbucks card, but it was declined. Done. No money left.
You see, a few months ago, I found the magic card in my husband’s closet. I had no remorse in pilfering it from the pile of clothes I was going to wash. My rationale was as follows: he has no remorse in supporting Starbucks with his hard earned pay whereas I do, AND I figured it payment due for all the laundry I DO.
So for the run of my show, the magic Starbucks card and I had grown tender friends. He picked me up after long drives and many on-stage screw ups, and helped me win friends by offering another round. On him.
But today, he left me hanging. Since I never wanted to know how much money he actually had, I never thought our relationship would end. But, as the saying goes, all good things must end.
And in the end, maybe we find all sorts of other good things in wait.
LIke the return to cleaner, non-caffineated afternoons perhaps. To new jobs and new friends, as well as to practices and conversations with current ones.
Wishing you all peace and practice,
Michelle
