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Friday, 26 October 2012
A Visit From the Karma Bus
I have a fairly neutral life. Nothing really bad happens to me, but nothing spectacularly good happens either. Things just carry on; always level; never too high, or too low. I have a good life, and try to keep it that way.
I believe in the Rule of Three. That is to say, I believe that whatever you put out into the universe, it comes back to you three-fold. If you do good things, you’ll get better. If you do bad things, your life will go to hell in a hand-basket at some point. The idea is one of the basic concepts of the Wiccan belief system, although I’m sure it can be found in a lot of other religions.
In my lifetime, I’ve made a lot of jokes about retribution and the Karma Bus. Often I have suggested that perhaps someone was due to be hit by the Karma Bus. Generally I was referring to someone being nasty, rude or mean or inconsiderate and I was uncharitably wishing bad luck on them. (My bad!) (And no comments on the brutal irony of my negative thoughts please!)
Knowing that I have a tendency to be a bit nasty myself, I can appreciate that I’ve been way overdue for a visit from that bus. In keeping with this thought, I’ve been making an effort to smile more and be more charitable to others. I’ve even been known to give a helping hand now and then. I’ve been working on being more patient and working on resisting the urge to drop-kick annoyingly stupid people. (We won’t mention that when I’m happy people are nicer to me and I get better service in stores.)
This week the Karma Bus was on my block and it hit me. Big Time!
First: The guy at the sub place gave me my coffee and breakfast sandwich for free, because I make him smile every time I show up; or so he tells me.
Second: Tim Horton’s slipped an extra pastry in my bag and didn’t charge me for it. (Love those mini apple strudels.) Is it bad that Tim’s knows me by name?
Third: I went to the grocery store and the lady in front of me invited me to go before her. I declined and she insisted. She told me that she was certain I had young kids to pick up at school. Who am I to argue? I went ahead, grinning like a fool because she thought this old gal was young enough to have small kids. Oh and a customer at the shop where I work thought that my granddaughter was my baby. *Snicker and laugh*
Fourth: I checked my sales for Corralling the Cowboy and it’s selling steadily. I’m not rolling in the dough yet, but sales are increasing.
Fifth and Finally: When I was checking my email, I received a notification that I had been granted my Pro Status from the Romance Writers of America. This makes it official. I am a writer, a PROFESSIONAL WRITER! (While I am already published, this feels extra special because the writing community thinks I am a pro.) Okay, this really isn’t that big of a deal, but somehow it really tickled me and is making me grin like a damned fool. I shared the news with a friend who said, “We need the little positives in our lives, especially the ones that validate our success in our ventures.” You know, he is absolutely right on this!
My point? Oh yeah, I lost track of my train of thought. LOL. I had never considered that the Karma Bus might bring me good things, but I am glad that it has. You don’t suppose that I should have bought a lottery ticket, do you?