OK, this post has to be kinda quick because I have A LOT to do today. I’m on page 50 of my script rewrite, and I need to finish revising it this weekend. I also have a whole bunch of Grey’s Anatomy episodes to study for story structure, and I really need a massage because my body is a mess.
Oh, and I think I’m coming down with a cold.
In the spring. When it’s like 95 outside.
I usually limit my caffeine intake to one latte at dawn, but today I’m really dragging so I decided I needed a little more espresso in my life. Peet’s Coffee is by far my favorite in LA, and they have this totally amazing maple latte that I sometimes sip for a special treat. It’s actually made with real maple syrup (I asked), so it’s not as crazy on the glycemic scale as a Torani syrup. (This makes me happy.)
Plus, I’m half Canadian and everyone knows Canadians are genetically obligated to like maple syrup so there’s also that.
I didn’t want to schlep all of the way to Peet’s and shell out $4.75 for maple goodness when time and money were precious today, so made a maple latte at home.
I made that vase for a Michigan Alumni Club event I threw last year, and the club gave me this mug as a thank you for my efforts. (Cute, right?)
Here’s another look at the latte up close — in case you don’t know what coffee looks like.
I know you’re probably all like, “Of course you love your alma mater. Whatever,” but I need to be honest with you.
I didn’t want to go to Michigan.
I was super, super angry my parents made me go to a state school for budget reasons, and I was very ungrateful for the opportunity to study at a top-rated university because I thought it was beneath me — and because I didn’t want to be surrounded by people from my high school who had lower test scores and lower GPAs than I had.
I also wanted to run away from my past and everyone from my high school who knew about it — only they were everywhere on campus. There were 324 of us in my graduating class, and 75 of us went to Michigan. At least 15 were in my dorm, and seeing them was hard for me at times.
In retrospect, they weren’t the problem.
My anger was.
I eventually made peace with Michigan, and now I’m also making peace with my past. Writing has played a huge part in my healing, and I’m so grateful God gave me the ability to express myself in this way.
I’m grateful I had to sit in my discomfort for four years in Ann Arbor because it made me stronger. And now I’m grateful for the opportunity to give voice to my story.
This quote I found in the Michigan Alumni magazine sums up how I feel about Michigan, and it means so much to me that a Michigan football player said it since writing a football script has helped me heal.
I may not be a Michigan Man like that guy, but I am a Wolverine Woman, and not a very well-behaved one at that.
I never have been…
And by the way, I will never be well-behaved because I’m fighting for myself and for what matters to me.
So bring it on, world….
God, my maple latte, and I have got this!
Oh, and if you want to make your own maple latte to face whatever battle you’re facing, here’s how I did it:
2 Espresso Shots
1 T Maple Syrup, Grade B
2/3 C Whole Milk, Steamed
Add maple syrup to espresso. Pour in steamed milk and enjoy!