Okay, Here I Am…
Saturday, March 24, 2007. Seattle’s Best Coffee.
I want to be a writer. Do I write? Sure. I write letters for work. I write contracts for work. I write emails to friends. I wrote papers and essays in school. All these are and were sources of stress for me. Well, all except the emails to friends. As you’ll learn if you stick with me, some emails to friends are sources of stress for me, too.
So, I’m sitting here at Seattle’s Best Coffee in Borders Books, Waldorf, MD. It’s a different sort of environment than I’m used to. I’ve actually been opposed to “snooty” or “trendy” coffee places in the past. Elitists go there. Is that true? I guess I’m turning into one. As I was just talking on the phone (also writing), a middle-aged lady walked in the door. She had an old lady with her. The younger one said, “Excuse me. Can ’she’ sit here?” Of course, I told them she could sit. I was honored that I must have looked friendly enough for approach. The elderly lady sat quietly and I continued to write. A friendly occurance; how nice.