Perhaps it was the obsessive-compulsive twirling of my long blond hair while my forehead rest in my other hand, shaking back and forth which each word I read. Or maybe it was the involuntary mutterings and sighs emanating from my mouth as I typed furiously, racing against the clock.
I was a massive ball of stress and everyone at the small cafe where I was working knew it.
Encased in an aura of frenetic energy as my sleep-deprived face was fixed on my computer screen, I was suddenly jolted back to reality.
“This is for you,” said a college-aged guy, who couldn’t have been more than 20 years old.
I peeled my eyes away from my screen, rolling them ever-so-slowly up as to finish the final few words in the sentence I was reading, to find a small folded piece of paper jammed right in front of my face.
Confused and in a daze similar to being sharply woken up in the middle of the night, I grabbed the note without understanding my actions and said thanks.
The guy rushed off, dashing out the cafe door before I could completely unfold the note.
This is what the note said:
Looking at your energy
as you walked in the room
You have a special
presence, like last night’s
full moon.
Don’t work to hard
on whatever it is,
Carry on the essence
of being a kid!
Not sure if the guy realized that I was likely 10 years older than him, but either way, it made my day.
This city makes me smile every day.
Courtney Illustrates 