I Don't Really Hate You, But I Was Feeling a Little Like This Before Today....
Yeah, I was feeling a little down. Not enough work, not seeing the honey enough, sick with a bug, and then the kid got sick. I was dragging myself around, forcing myself to do laundry, write, see clients occasionally. Just feeling anti-social, you know?
Fast-forward to this evening. I saw a regular client who is always generous with tips and a really nice, upstanding person. He told me how, after the surgery he had a while ago, he developed a heart blockage and went in to have some tests. I was treating him for the post-op recovery, so I knew he was having difficulties. Well, he revealed to me that, after he saw me the last time, his heart blockage just disappeared. Vanished. Poof. Doctors scratched their heads and said, "Oh, well. It's gone."
I said, "Wow, that's great! Congratulations."
He handed me an envelope and smiled. Within the envelope was a card with a note stating that he wished to give me the tuition for an accredited herbalism course that I wanted to take, because of all that I do for him. I had mentioned to him in passing that I'd found a two year course that will certify me as a professional herbalist. It's one of the only courses that's recognized by the American Herbalist Guild. He gave me the whole thing. All of it. I almost passed out.
I don't know whether to shit or wind my watch.
O.K., so if that's not strange enough, add this to the soup: Earlier today, I was bopping around on Craigslist looking for writing gigs. I found this post that just said, "Karma." I was bored, so I clicked it, and it was one of those cheesy chain-lettery things that we all hate. It said something to the effect of, " If you post this in another city, you will have your mind blown almost immediately by incredible good luck." I decided, since it was free, to post it in Seattle.