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I don’t believe in Karma as a religious concept.

In fact, I lean in the complete opposite direction – as in we get something (grace) that we didn’t do a THING to earn (because it’s a gift). Of course, my goal as a Christian is to live and love like Jesus. But everything I am given in return is because of God’s grace alone and not because of my good works. Amen and amen.

Boom! You just got theologically flash mobbed.

But there are times when things happen to me or around me that would lend themselves to a type of Karma. Maybe we’ll just call it poetic justice.

Yes, I like poetry…of the Dr. Seuss variety. And I like justice…of the Law & Order SVU marathon variety.

So we’ll stick with poetic justice.

Well, I got a big, fat helping of poetic justice aimed in my direction this week. Actually, I was on the other end of it. The end you don’t want to find yourself on if you believe in things like Karma.

Which I do not.

Anyhow, I’ll explain now before you start to scratch out your retinas with all these disclaimers.

I went to T.J. Maxx last Wednesday – Halloween – to grab a few (hundred) items.

I picked up a thin, orange sweater that I thought would be a great addition to my fall wardrobe. It’s been downright warm here in Alabama, so I needed (relative term) some lightweight pieces.

And as I pushed my way through the junior knitwear section (don’t judge), I encountered a woman who took one look at MY orange sweater and said,

WHERE did you find that sweater? I’ve been in here for an hour looking for an orange sweater! I think you got the ONLY one!

And it’s not that I had already pictured myself in that sweater or anything. I didn’t yet have big plans for us.

But there was something about the way she almost accused me of hoarding orange sweaters that awakened the four year old in me.

And I replied,

Hmmm. That stinks. I got it over there.

And pointed to the junior clearance aisle.

She stormed away in an obvious hurry to get to her Halloween party where only orange sweaters were permitted, and I continued on my merry way.

Fast-forward to this evening. My husband was engaged in one of the sexiest things I can possibly imagine:  folding laundry.

He picked up MY orange sweater and said,

I love this sweater on you.

I’ve only worn it twice, but my hubby notices stuff like that. Yeah, I’ll keep him.

And then he said,

Uh oh. Is this hole supposed to be there?

And THAT is poetic justice.

I should have just given it to the poor woman in such desperate need of an orange sweater. So then I wouldn’t have to sit here and remind myself that it cost me $8 each of the two times I wore it.

Also, I would feel like a better person.

Giveaway winner announcement:
Congrats to the random winner of yesterday’s Thanksgiveaway:
KateHall who said, “For me it’s being with family and eating all that food.  And unbuttoning the top button on my jeans, so I can fit that fourth helping of pumpkin pie.”
Shoot me an email or a message to claim your prizes!



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Comments to "If I Believed in Karma"

  1. wallsmom

    November 9, 2012

    I always enjoy your posts Katy.  You crack me up!
    Amen on the grace!

    • katyinacorner

      November 12, 2012

      @wallsmom Thanks so much for the encouragement! And God bless!!!

  2. Jill Kemerer

    November 9, 2012

    I’m SO tired of buying sweaters that explode into holes after one or two washings. Grr….

  3. KateHall

    November 9, 2012

    Yay! Yay! I won! Ok, what do I do?

    • katyinacorner

      November 9, 2012

      @KateHall Just shoot me a message via the “contact” page with your physical address, and I’ll get it processed today!


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