The barista who asked me what I was rushing toward
Last Tuesday I stopped at a small coffee stand near Pike Place Market and ordered my usual to go. The barista, a woman maybe in her 60s, handed me the cup but didn't let go right away. She looked at me and said, 'You look like you're running from something, not to something.' I laughed it off, but then I sat down on the curb outside and just watched people for 20 minutes. That moment made me realize I'd been treating every errand like an emergency. Has anyone else had a stranger point out their pace and actually change how they move through the day?