“I’ve had more Starbucks coffee this week then…”

“I’ve had more Starbucks coffee this week then…”

This fragment of a sentence was overheard at a local Starbucks this afternoon. I sat at the counter, overlooking the dreary, grey and rainy skies, slaving over to-do lists — and a woman’s thought resonated with me.

That fragment of a sentence pretty much summarizes March so far, yep. The good thing about this semester is that most of my activities are finished by 3 p.m. I look forward to Wednesdays, in particular, because of the long afternoons of nothing scheduled {usually}.  There is no where else to be except where I end up being.

For today, and for most Wednesdays, that place usually ends up being Starbucks. They know my order {finally}, but still cannot spell my name correctly {of course}.

“Is it C-A-R-E-Y?” A hopeful barista asked me.

“That’s one way to spell it,” I joked, half-smiling. I have given up the battle of correct spelling. If only it was not too late to tell them a completely different name. By now they know Keri’s order by heart, not Whitney’s or Sarah’s or Holly’s.

Half-way through the semester, almost. Next week is spring break and that means I am officially almost a bachelor’s degree graduate. Two more months and it will be here. The cap and gown are ordered and ready for pick-up, the 150+ credits of courses are taken, and the resume has been critiqued and perfected more times then I can count. There is a to-do list that is ever-growing and a mind of thoughts that is ever-thinking.

Yet, on this rainy, springy hump-day, I cannot help but pause and wonder how many cups of Starbucks brewed coffee I have consumed this month… let alone year… let alone life. The question is not “Can you survive without coffee, Keri?” It’s more along the lines of, “Why would you want to survive without coffee?”

I am a passionate enthusiast who believes in the perfect blend of rain and coffee. I do not think there is anything better that complements rainy afternoons then coffee. I dare anyone to try and think of one. At least for my life, Starbucks has helped me through many-a-stressful-time. Why stop now?

“I’ve had more Starbucks coffee this week then…”

Me too, lady. Me too.

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