She didn’t chase perfection. She called what she had the best, and somehow, it always felt true.
A quiet morning? The best.
A meal that tasted better than expected? The best.
A day that unfolded without resistance? Easily the best.
She didn’t say it to tempt fate. She said it because she meant it. And she always followed it up with a quiet thank you, sometimes whispered, sometimes just felt. To the day. To the people. To the invisible forces that seemed to be cooperating.
The universe, naturally, noticed.
At first, it sent minor upgrades. A little more ease than planned. A little more joy than scheduled. She noticed every one of them. She never assumed entitlement. She acknowledged the upgrade, smiled, and shared what she could: time, warmth, and attention. Gratitude, for her, was not a mood. It was a practice.
Encouraged, the universe raised the bar.
Good people entered her life. Not dazzling, headline-making ones, but solid, generous, well-intentioned humans. People who remembered details. People who made space. People who brought laughter without taking oxygen. She welcomed them all with grace, sprinkling kindness as she went, leaving people and situations better than she found them.
Still the best, she said. Still thankful.
So the universe got bolder.
It offered her unexpected comforts. Opportunities she hadn’t been chasing. Support where she’d planned to manage alone. Each time, she noticed. Each time, she acknowledged the upgrade. And each time, she shared, never hoarding, never hardening, never forgetting how easily things could have gone another way.
Her life expanded. Softened. Improved.
And then, because the universe does love a flourish, it refined something.
Not loudly. Not dramatically.
Just enough to change the temperature of the room.
She noticed, of course. She always did.
Some arrivals don’t announce themselves. They stand a little closer than expected. Hold eye contact a second longer than necessary.
She smiled. Grateful, as always.
The universe hadn’t raised her luck. It had raised her standards.
And this time, whatever was walking toward her already knew exactly where to stand.
This post was created for the Blogaberry Creative (Monthly) Challenge, with the theme word ‘Best’ for January.
This is a wonderful writeup. Would wait for more such inspiring posts. Thanks for sharing Mayuri.
I loved this! your take on growth feels grounded and honest. It’s a beautiful reminder that becoming better isn’t about perfection, but about learning, unlearning, and showing up each day.