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My first thought when I unwrapped my wife’s gift on my 55th birthday two years ago was, “Wow, an espresso machine! No more waiting in line for $6 oat milk lattes.” But as I took in the pressure gauges, the dispense switches and the intimidating steam wand, a second thought bubbled up: “How on earth do you work this thing?”
I spent the better part of a year pretending I had it under control. And bless my sweet, encouraging wife: Ruth cheered me on with daily affirmations about my killer barista skills and how stunning each morning’s attempt at latte “art” looked. “What’s this one, honey? A panda bear? Wait — no, it’s Snoopy, right?”
It was supposed to be a rose.
I knew I could do better. The coffee was either too watery or too sludgy, and my designs in foam were as unpredictable as a Rorschach test.
The kicker? My 20-year-old nephew landed a summer job at a trendy coffee shop and, despite having zero experience, was pouring foam hearts and swans like the Michelangelo of steamed milk after just two days on the job. He laughed when he saw the shaky blobs I was producing after, shamefully, six months of practice.
At a certain point, I had to ask: Is this just a latte, or an existential crisis in a cup? In midlife, do you throw in the towel and accept that your talents lie elsewhere, or do you double down, determined to master the art of self-expression, even if it’s one frothy swirl at a time?

Ruth, ever loving and graceful, chose to ignore my caffeinated spiral into self-doubt. She stopped the morning color commentary and simply marveled at every creation, “How lovely!”
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