Karma

I try to live my life the same way I eat my meals–well-balanced.  I am a huge proponent of organized-chaos, yin and yang, do unto others as you would have those do unto you, so on and so forth.  All week long I have been thinking about karma and how everything happens for a reason.  Or so I tell myself.  Monday morning kicked off this stream of thought as I drove past my morning workout (the gym) to my annual doctor’s appointment (I was given a clean bill of health after having missed my daily dose of blood, sweat, and tears—balance, right?).  A pleasant surprise awaited me as I walked into the Buckley Clinic and was greeted by the happy scentsation of Starbuck’s coffee.  I promptly asked for a small cup of cafe, pulled out my wallet, and was cheerfully told my coffee was free-it was their first day open!  I thought, “Nice.”  But then I looked down at my two-year old’s expectant face and his chubby hand pushed his sippy cup into mine and he said,”Leche, please.”  Okay, fair is fair.  So I grabbed him a milk from the cooler and promptly paid a $1.60 for 1 cup of 1% milk.  My happy bubble was quickly popped as I realized that I had scored a free cup of joe, but had bought a cup of milk for 28 cents less than what a WHOLE GALLON of milk would have cost me.  But witnessing the excitement a cold glass of leche can inspire in my kiddo rapidly restored my equilibrium.  It’s the small things in life—another witty creed I live by.

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