Nothing is more nerve racking to me than waiting in line at Starbucks.
While everyone else is looking at the menu trying to decide what to order, I am thinking about something completely different.
I am contemplating whether I should finally give them my real name for my drink order. But, I don’t. So, this goes on for two decades until very recently. I haven’t gone to Starbucks in several years and I finally went in to use a gift card. There I was waiting in line with the same question, same contemplation. My heart was pounding and I felt light headed. I thought, who cares if I used “Faith” again (a name I used when I started my career as a teacher), no one is here to know the difference.
But, I would know it. And, for once, that mattered. I no longer made decisions based on making others feel comfortable. I was a witness to my own self. I was a witness to my younger self. And this younger Kyunghee needs so much grace and love.