practice pronoia

paring down.

Wow. I got a primo space the other evening when I went to see Miss Saigon. Tonight, even though there were four hundred thousand people in my local Kroger, all fighting over the same can of cranbarry sauce, I got the fourth space in the row right in front of the door. Thanks, universe!

the other night. My first opera, and I was so excited. My friend and I went to eat beforehand,, and whe I pulled into a parking space right in front of the restaurant, she said, “Isn’t this a handicapped space?” I had not seen a marking on the street, and sure enough, it was just a regular space. We marveled at our luck.

When we got to the opera house, we rode around for a while trying to find a space on the street, because we knew the parking lot would be full. There were no spaces on the street, so we decided to try the lot. Cars were pulling in, but when we pulled in, the first non-handicapped space right next to the building was open. It was luck beyond imagining.

Thanks, Universe, for the great parking, and by the way, I am going to see Miss Saigon this Saturday . . .

I am now a member of the team. Yay!

Everyone’s out to get me! oh, wait . . . PROnoia, not PARAnoia?

Sorry.

an entry saying, “Okay, universe, I am waiting . . .” But the universe has blessed me in so many ways already that I hate to be greedy. If nothing else, at least practicing pronoia makes me aware of how fortunate I am. Thanks, universe!

Just like it loves Cheripop!