Thursday, August 31, 2006
JOURNAL: August 31, 2006
Yesterday everything seemed to happen just as it was meant to happen – thoroughly and correctly. Whatever I found myself involved in – meetings, conversations, meals, driving somewhere, teaching a class – seemed to be precisely what I should be doing at that time, and I seemed to be doing it perfectly. Everything occurred the way it was meant to occur. You might say, I guess, that yesterday was an ideal, faultless day. That’s not to say that everything went exactly the way I wanted it to, or the way I had planned. Nor is it to say that no mistakes were made. Like any other day, my personal plans were occasionally thwarted or sidetracked, and I wish I could do a few things over again and do them a little differently. However, it’s still undoubtedly true that whatever happened yesterday was exactly what was supposed to happen. Even the mistakes had some purpose, some value, some importance which I hope I will someday understand. It was a day when the universe carried on with its harmonious, perfect work, and I enjoyed being part of it.