Astonishing how many ways one can say that phrase. And how different it can sound, depending on what part of the mouth it initiates from. The barista at Starbucks greeted me and I waited a beat, relaxed everything, took a breath and aimed for the middle of my tongue right where it starts to dive into the throat. And then I said it.
"Small black coffee, please."
The barista looked puzzled. "Is that all? Don't you want syrup or something in it?" She reeled off the choices.
For the record, vanilla syrup in black coffee does not taste good. But hey, they didn't charge me for it. It's a little thing, but indicative of what's been happening to me as a result of working on my voice.
When I nail it (or even get close), people fall in love with me. The swelling of hearts is palpable. Do you know I can make people feel good just by asking for coffee? And when you make people feel good, you tend to get what you want because people want to feel good.
Amazing.
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