Karma: The Universe Has Its Reasons

Ever had one of those days when no matter what you did or tried to do the results was never quite what you had expected. An example, when you wake to have that morning cup of coffee, reach for the cream only to have to it spill all over the counter and then later during your morning commute it proceeds to dribble down the front of your white shirt. When you finally arrive at work, sit your coffee down, go to take your coat off, and then proceed to spill that same cup of coffee all over your keyboard. This is what I call karmic intervention and it seems to take 24 hours for the intervention to run it course.

At times it is as though the universe is trying to tell us something, slow down, watch out, be quite or maybe just do you hear me. Whatever the case, after starting my day in an effort to perform normal routine activities, I ended up having a morning where the karmic universe must have been trying to beat me on the head. If I tried to clean, the universe made sure it got dirty; if I tried to pick up something, the universe split it; if I tried to organize, the universe put everything out of order and deleted the wrong thing.

It is beyond me why but I only have 6 more hours to obey the universe, for which I will abide. For what ever reason the universe only needs that one-day of intervention to mess with your soul. Today it got my attention quite early so I stopped and paused for a moment. The universe was trying to tell me something and I was sure it was saying do not climb the step ladder, it is a short fall but it will hurt. I fooled it, I did a very off balance, hopping dance but I did not fall. I recall hearing it say, "no you didn't, you split that entire bucket," I just laughed I had to mop anyway. Then I had the vision of myself with an Afro because I went against the universe for the third time and tried to fix the electrical switch I'd needed to repair, I thought better of that idea. I decided I was doing more damage than good no matter how funny it was and just stopped fighting it.

Besides I had heard from the universe for most of the morning, I decided to just let the universe have its day. After all it had given me plenty to laugh at during the morning, my own fallacies were quit comical. We all need to just pause at times and hear those voices we rarely notice, to slow down and concentrate on what we normally over look. Today was that day. The universe gave me no choice but to pause, listen, look, and laugh.
I think the latter was the point, laugh.