Frostwritten

We all make mistakes. It’s part of being human.

I recently ordered Starbucks after work (a true detriment to my diet, and my wallet, is that I work directly across from one) because the autumn drinks were released. I’m a sucker for a venti, hot apple crisp macchiato.

When I rolled up to pick up my mobile order, the barista was just finishing it up. She handed it to me, but must have seen the confused look on my face because she asked, “Is this not right?”

It was not – the drink she handed me was cold, and definitely not a macchiato. Because I didn’t want her to have to make it again, I said it was fine (I like most coffee drinks so I figured I could deal,) but she insisted on correcting it anyway, although she let me keep the incorrect one as well.

Once I got to my car, I decided to take a sip of the incorrect drink first. And it was incredible.

I don’t know how the barista made it, or if it is even an actual drink on the menu, but it was the best drink I’ve ever had from Starbucks. I ended up giving the drink I originally ordered, the hot macchiato, to my brother in law, because I liked the incorrect one so much better. Truth be told, my day up to that point had been not so great, and the wrong order ended up turning it around.

Mistakes are about perspective. They aren’t always unfortunate, or awful, or painful. Obviously some are truly terrible, but they don’t always mean the end of the world. The drink was a mistake, but it made my day better.

It is often possible to bounce back from mistakes, and fear of making them should not prevent us from moving forward.