I'm not a huge believer in karma. Oh, sure, I believe whatever attitude you put out there into the universe will usually come back around and either help you, or knock you down, depending on the vibes you're sending out in the first place. If you exude good things and helpfulness, good things and helpfulness will find their way back to you. Like a Payback Boomerang, if you will.
And I also believe that sometimes, you make your own luck. Or at least make your own attitude, which can definitely affect your outlook, which can definitely affect your day to day life. You know, glass-half-full and what-not.
On second thought, maybe I'm a bigger believer in karma than I thought.
This past week, I've been in a foul mood. People have annoyed me, my feelings have been hurt, I've sulked, I've nursed a grudge, and perhaps worst of all, I shouted at one of my kids in Target. (It was totally his fault, and seriously, I had warned him and warned him and at that point, ENOUGH WAS ENOUGH. But still. Who's the grownup here???)
In short, I haven't been putting out sunshine rays or angel wings of happiness or unicorn smiles or glittery moonbeams of karma into my local universe lately.
Yesterday morning, I pulled a muscle in my back. What was I doing? The highly athletic activity, admired by Olympians and envied by physical fitness buffs the world over known as: Putting my hair in a ponytail.
That's right, I was standing at my bathroom counter, put my arms up over my head, and pulled a muscle in my back.
I think karma just came around and bit me in the ............. lower left shoulder muscle, to be exact.