I am in the right place at the right time.
That can be a hard thought to hold, sometimes. Seems over-simplistic. A little too crystal-bunny-hugging Pollyanna-ish. Right place, right time, when the world is falling apart?
What if you dove into the thought, truly believed it? Can you find a reason, or at least a kernel of faith, that this might truly be the right place, right time?
Sometimes we end up in places--relationships, experiences, actual geography--for reasons that are unclear until farther down the path when we turn around to see what got us here and realize we wouldn't have been here "if not."
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