Why does perfection exist within every fiber of my being?
I am discovering talents I did not know I had
I deserve to be in a relationship that makes me happy.
Why do I now identify with my highest self?
I assume that I am always expanding and evolving.
I am kind and compassionate.
I know my calling and the work I am supposed to do in my life
I am ready to take my business to a new level.
Why is this rumination pointless or even harmful?