I am attempting to be a perfect human being in the midst of imperfection. I am attempting to do everything right even though I’m lazy and imperfect.

I am perfect even though I think I’m not perfect.

Make sense?

I drive a car made in some far-off country. I know not of these people who make my car. But maybe my car is made in America. And I am attempting to care where my car is made.

I don’t really care where my car is made.

This makes me imperfect.

I will work on this.

I will write out affirmations. I will meditate. I will visualize all car manufacturers treating their workers right.

I forgot what I was attempting but it must’ve been good since I started this journal post with something I was attempting.

I wake up each morning and breathe. I mean really breathe. I mean I breathe so fully and deeply I’m connecting with some super-power running this whole show.

This makes me feel good.

I want to feel good.

That’s the only reason I’m here is to feel good.

Why would I want to feel bad?

That would be stupid.

I’m not stupid just mildly dumb.

It’s ok to be dumb.

They all teach you in school to be smart.

Smart can only get you so far

Life is not made for the smart

It’s made for the mildly dumb

If you’re mildly dumb you can allow some higher power to swoop into your mind and give you big ideas

It’s the big ideas that come out of nowhere that make you the most money

If you’re smart you’ll realize it’s best to be mildly dumb.

That’s it for now

I have to go and drink more coffee

Oh, I’m smart enough to prepare the coffee maker the night before

So I can roll my lazy ass into the kitchen and just push a button

And there’s my coffee

Ready.

Made.

“Somewhere on Planet Earth.”

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