This Is Not The Best Blog Post Ever

I sat down at the long central Starbucks table with all the electrical outlets and the wireless charging stations, placed my hot cup of Cafe Verona blend on the tabletop, and reached into my laptop bag to retrieve my Chromebook and begin composing The Best Blog Post Ever.

Then a friend I hadn’t seen for a long time passed my table with her coffee, said, “Hi,” and sat down. We talked for 45 minutes, every one of which flew by. I drained my cup as we got caught up and shared important developments in our lives and work.

The Best Blog Post Ever was never written. It fell victim to a meaningful face-to-face conversation.

I will always kill a blog post for a conversation. Always.