I repeat, You are Perfect.

There is nothing wrong with you. Whether you are young or old, rich or struggling, broken or whole, silly or stubborn, frantic or peaceful – you are Perfect. Right now. Today. In this moment. You don’t need anything. You are beautiful and amazing and a perfect point of attraction.

I hear you questioning my sanity. You’re giving me that look. The look that says you don’t believe me.

“So if I’m so perfect why am I so unhappy or broke or unfulfilled or overwhelmed or alone???!!”

Because you are getting EXACTLY what you want. Just maybe not what you desire.

We are here to experience. We are here to connect. We are here to be what we come from…Love.

Love let’s you be stressed and snarky and upset and unhappy if you want it and Love allows happiness and flow and connection and peace if you want it.

So I will ask you the question we ask a lot around here. What do you want?

Here’s the caveat.
Everything you think about- you want.
Everything you talk about- you want. Everything you focus on- you want.
Everything you fear- you want.
Everything you expect to happen -you want to happen

Where is your attention? Stuck in the junk from the past? Then get unstuck. Turned away from your own river of abundance and flow? Then turn yourself around. Still seeing “what is” rather than what’s possible? Shift your view.

Love loves you enough to give you more of whatever you want. Get your “wanting” into shape. Get your focus aligned with your true desire for infinite possibilities.

If life isn’t going your way, stop trying to change it. YOU CANNOT CHANGE ANYTHING OUTSIDE OF YOURSELF! Change your thoughts and feelings and life will change for you without any special effort on your part.

Today, right now stop what your are doing and accept your perfection. Say it out loud. Write yourself a letter. Sing it. Do a dance. Take ownership of the perfect you. And accept the power you have to recreate your perfection over and over and over again. Then and only then can you attract the new experiences you desire.

Much Love,
Penelope Pauley