We are perfection. Don’t you think? There is no way we could be anything but what we are right this moment. Choose what shows up. How powerful is that. Really choose what shows up.

In life there are things to feel, to experience, things to do, ways to feel, choices to make. I trust that life will unfold just as it has and make perfect sense in hindsight. Not be justified for the hurt or upset or damage inflicted on me. But make sense. It couldn’t have been any different.

I trust that this is what there is for me. Some people call if faith, intuition or even instinct. What do you call it? I call it perfection.