Last year Greg and I went to New York with a group of friends. All of the Broadway shows have a lottery that you can enter to win front row tickets to the show of your choice. They will have one lottery per show. We entered the “Wicked” lottery twice. The first time we were up against about 150 people up for the same 10 tickets. We thought our odds were pretty good, but we didn’t win anything. The next time we entered the lottery the amount of people entered had more than doubled. The first time we entered, I was desperate to win. The second time, I decided to eliminate that desperation and simply believe that the tickets were mine. I watched the person stir the entries up, and take the 10 winning entries out one at a time. I watched, and I felt something in my stomach. “She has my entry in her hand,” I realized. Not even thought, I was suddenly overwhelmed with this feeling of certainty and I began getting excited. The employee started calling out the names of the lucky winners. My name was the fourth one called. I screamed and ran up to join the line of lucky winners – Greg beaming beside me. I don’t think I’ve ever been filled with such elation.

Two nights ago I thought about the feeling I’d experienced when I knew for certain that I had won. I found a contest that was over at midnight, I entered it, and then I brought myself back to that feeling. Then, I continued on writing my blog post. I stayed up later than planned writing, and finally rolled into bed at around 12:10am. Right before I turned off my light, I remembered the contest. I thought to myself “Oh, I wonder if they’ve e-mailed me yet to tell me that I’ve won?” I picked up my phone, and they had.

If that’s not proof of the law of attraction, I don’t know what is.