Over the weekend, I saw my dear friend R, she of the divine serendipity and the hatred of John Donne. We were walking across Houston Street at a busy and bright 6:15 on Saturday to catch a cab to a restaurant and meet some friends for dinner. We'd just spent an hour and a half getting makeovers, and hadn't really spoken much beyond rhapsodies over eachother's sparkling eyelids.
She asked how I was doing, and I blurted out:
"I'm okay, I just wish all these little physical problems I'm having would clear up."
"Like what? What's wrong?"
"Oh, stupid little things. My hand was hurting for awhile but then it stopped but now the pinkie on that hand is hurting again. My knees ache. I have headaches, but just once in a great while. Doesn't seem worth going to doctor, but I do need to get all these things cleared up."
The next day I got this message on my voicemail that said I'd won a prize in a raffle that benefits children's programming at our local playground. I won a free hour of acupuncture.
At first I was disappointed, despite the faint shimmer of the thrill of winning something, anything, by chance. But acupuncture didn't seem too glamourous, not like dinner at a restaurant or a manicure at the local day spa.
But acupuncture might help fix my pinkie, my knees and my headaches. Duh.
I slapped my achey head with my gimpy little hand.
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2 comments:
That's exactly how it works... open yourself up to the universe and it will provide! Now if only I could follow that advice for myself :)
You'll love acupuncture. If you think its not working, just stop going- you'll see how great you were feeling without even realizing it. :)
Cool, thanks!
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