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It never ceases to amaze me just how adaptable we humans are on a daily basis. We go from freezing cold temperatures to boiling hot apartments, from getting off another one of “those conversations” with our mother’s right back to closing a million dollar deal. From sleeping in our warm toasty beds, to the blaring sound of the alarm clock, alerting us to another day of God knows what. Throughout all our trials and tribulations, we supposedly have an invisible force called Karma that guides our way and balances out the good with the bad, the yin and the yang, to make this roller coaster ride we call life somehow even out, if we hang on long enough. I haven’t gotten it all figured out quite yet, but it seems that lately, everything I do wrong seems to somehow come back to bite me in the ass, but for some reason when I do something right, it just means I did something right. No giant lollipop or pot of gold to congratulate me at the end of a good deed, no gold star for tipping the cab driver an extra buck just because I felt like it, no putting my very own first published article on the fridge door to be admired by my family. Am I supposed to just be content with a quiet sense of accomplishment that I “done good” and that’s it? Where was Karma when I helped that old lady across the icy street the other day, or watched my neighbor’s cat at the nineth hour while she went away sailing for the weekend? It always  seems that Karma is out to lunch when I do something good,  but hovers over me with an eagle’s eye when God forbid I should screw up. Lately, I think I might deserve a little something more than just your average self congratulatory pat on the back. My  hope is that one day I’ll get a really BIG reward for all the good I’ve done over the last few years, like a free all expenses paid vacation to the Carribean, or a winning lottery ticket, or maybe a chance encounter with Knox Jolie -Pitt. It’ll be great, I know, the moment of moments when I’ll know for sure that all those good deeds will have paid off and I’ll be singing the great praises of Karma’s connection with all things miraculous. So until that day comes I’ll keep doing what I’m doing everyday. I’ll be nice to my mother, face the arctic winter blast and get out of bed every morning hoping that all my good deeds, not to mention my patience and humility, will eventually payoff and my BIG day will finally arrive. So if we ever meet on the beaches of St. Barths and I’m getting off my private plane and holding the world’s cutest baby, you’ll know that I’m not just a lucky nanny, I didn’t actually marry Brad Pitt, you’ll know that maybe, just maybe, I did a whole lot of  good in the world.