Don’t Pet the Turtles

Let me begin by saying that I’m a worrier. I worry about everything. You name it. I’ve either worried about it in the past, I’m currently worrying about it or I plan on worrying about it in the future. So, it’s no surprise that when I stumbled upon an article about a salmonella outbreak in children due to contact with turtles, I felt that it was worth mentioning to my husband. The conversation went something along these lines.

Me: “Honey, don’t let the kids pet any turtles.”
Him: Stares at me as if I just grew a third arm out of my forehead.
Me: Relays the story I just read.
Him: Stares at me as if I just grew a third arm out of my forehead.

Okay, so maybe we don’t own a turtle. Or frequent pet stores. Alright fine, we don’t actually even know anyone who owns a turtle.

The next day my kids and I were enjoying a beautiful sunny day at the park. I was pushing them on the swings when I noticed a commotion a few feet away. A woman stood in the middle of a swarm of children all clambering to get closer. I watched curiously as she picked something up from the ground and held it out in front of her. I was dumbstruck when I realized she was holding a turtle. It’s the kind of thing you can’t make up. If you wrote it in a story, the reader would scoff at such an unbelievable coincidence.

This incident got me thinking about the Law of Attraction and the belief that what we put out into the universe comes back to us. I know people who swear by the power of writing their goals down or saying them out loud. I decided maybe it’s time to give this theory a try and point it in a positive direction. So, here it goes. My goal is to finish writing and polishing my book in the next year.

Do you believe in this theory? Are you willing to try it with me? Let’s plan on revisiting this topic one year from now to see what happened.