Today I drove past a Starbucks and didn't get that urge to go in. It was one of those tiny moments with a lot of meaning for a girl like me.
Normally I drive past a Starbucks and you can bet your sweet bootie that I am in there even if it means I risk minor lateness. Just ask my professors. I think my saving grace was that they were usually in line with me. Sometimes a lecture is a lecture, even if you are the one giving it!
So does this mean that the love affair between coffee and this little girl is over? Not so much. Not yet.
I've simply become a less co-dependent. And I can't say that's a bad thing in which way.
