I am surrounded by love and everything is fine
I am worthy of relaxation, peace, and joy.
I have inner beauty
I am a work in progress and I am okay with that.
Why do I feel so in control of my life?
Why do I always feel like my life is perfect just the way it is?
Why am I thrilled by the progress I'm making?
Why do I associate with people who chase their dreams?
Why do I have such a disciplined character?