If I didn’t believe in Kharma before, I do now. This morning I was drafting a beautiful post about German Pancakes and all the ways they make me happy, and how I am slightly obsessed with them, and all the reasons why they are the answer to civil unrest in the world, when my doorbell rang.
I peeked out the window and saw a UPS truck parked outside. I opened the door and there stood a brown-clad man holding a box with my name on it. I opened it up to find the nicest, out-of-the-blue surprise I have ever had. (Other than that one time when the McDonald’s employees put Apple Dippers AND fries in my Happy Meal.) Inside the box was a small bundle wrapped in purple tissue paper. I opened the enclosed card to find an incredibly nice note from DeDe and James accompanied by this gathering of amazing gifts:
A journal filled with timeless ready-for-my-chalkboard quotes; a beautiful vintage-y necklace; and an amazing mix CD to play in the background of my summer. I was dumbfounded. I felt so spoiled and loved. The warm-fuzziness was tangible as I typed a thankful e-mail. I have spent the moments since then trying to figure out what I could have done to warrant this, and I could only come up with this: Kharma. It’s the only thing that makes any sense. You see, yesterday I spent the day going around town sharing a special message with my fellow Americans written across my heart.
It’s a wonderful cause I feel committed to, and it looks as though the universe is thanking me for my efforts.
Seriously, DeDe and James, thank you! It made my day, week, and entire summer!
