Once or twice a month the four of us pile into our mini-van and head to CostCo on an afternoon quest to binge on household essentials. CostCo, like any other big box outlet selling salad dressing by the drum, is permanently overpopulated. Though I have always enjoyed our trips to CostCo once inside, I used to loathe pulling into the lot, knowing full well I would have to wage a small war to win the luxury of a decent parking space.
I’m not the type of guy willing to spend ten minutes circling for a space when I can park in an outlying section, walk a few hundred yards, and get inside while the people who pulled in behind me are still driving laps at 5 MPH. The problem with this particular CostCo is that the lot is neatly divided into two sections: teeming with tons of metal or barren wasteland. The barren wasteland is situated on the far side of a violent fault line of broken concrete and a heavy flow of incoming and outgoing traffic – not a lot of fun to cross with a cart, children or both.
Last year I stumbled upon something remarkable, and have since considered it a fine example of the Law of Attraction in motion. The problem with the Secret, and the Law of Attraction in general, is that many people assign it a magic that simply doesn’t exist.
For the last year, I have always found a parking spot in the first row, a dozen yards from the entrance. This is, by far, the most coveted row of spaces in the entire lot, and yet in our last two dozen trips to CostCo, there has only been a single instance when the row was filled and I had to park on the other side of the divide. Perhaps this is because people expect the row to be filled; it is difficult after all to believe it could be so easy. Yet every time, almost without fail, I swing to the front row and quickly claim my space. Sometimes I even have a couple to choose from.
I assume the best, hope that I’m right, and am perfectly content to circle around if not.
The law of attraction is about putting it out there and taking your shot, not about expecting wonder to rain from the sky.
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