Today, while driving around Harvard Square, I called out to my parking karma. Within a couple of minutes, I spotted a car pulling out from a really sweet parking space and was in the perfect position to take it.
What’s up with that?
Not too long ago, a friend asked me exactly the same thing. She was in the car with me as I drove into a section of town where a legal spot was hard to come by. After one unsuccessful loop around, I shrugged and explained we were just going to have to rely on my parking karma. A few minutes later we were feeding a hungry meter.
Really. What’s up with that?
I had never given it much thought, but as she pressed me for an explanation, I came up with this.
I find the parking spot because I am expecting to find it.
I don’t mean this in a metaphysical kind of way or anything. I just think that you look more carefully through a haystack when you know with certainty there is a needle in it. My calling upon my parking karma is way of reminding myself to look seriously and systematically for that spot that I’m pretty darn certain is available somewhere.
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