Do you all remember that terrible movie with my girl Drew and the late, great Brittany Murphy? No matter. Exhibiting some of my best bundling, I braved the elements to walk 30 feet to my nearest coffee shop. Fortunately, I look my Logan Squarest in lots of disparate layers and my blue boy’s beanie. #hipstersicles.
So here I sit.
In The True Secret of Writing, Natalie Goldberg talks about a “third thing”. Most people are deeply conflicted by something. Maybe your morals are incredibly important to you, but your oppressed rebel within always wants to stir up trouble. Maybe you call yourself “easygoing”, but you constantly struggle with feeling lost; out of control. In that field between unmitigated opposites, proton and electron, incongruous magnetic poles; lives your third thing. Your third thing, Friend, is the peace between.
My third thing is the peace between introvert and extrovert. Most people know which camp they belong to: I vote Independent. All I know is, when I’m quietly alone in a public place; writing in a coffee shop, all of me is satisfied. I’m never more at peace than when I’m participating and spectating, seemingly reticent — thoughts ringing loud straight through to my finger tips. It’s the sort of peace worth seeking out when the wind blows 43 ° below. In the world and apart from it: it’s perfect.
As an aside, one of my main goals in life is to be an infamous neighborhood coffee shop oddball, like the bearded man who made intricate wood block carvings at Unicorn, or the boy with the ponytail who was always “reading” Kafka/giving me the eye at Intelligentsia. Recently, I received an okcupid message (because I am a masochist) that read: “God almighty. Are you the girl with the TV Land messenger bag?”
Stay warm, U.S. readers! And find your peace, everyone.