I trust a lot of things.
I trust that I will be safe sleeping in my bed at night, or walking down the street alone.
I trust that the air I breathe is pure and abundant enough to keep me alive and my lungs happy.
I trust that I am loved and resourceful and proactive enough to always have a place to stay.
I trust that I will always have enough food to eat. (And most of the time even have enough money and value on good food to eat really well!)
I trust that the relationships and communities I am part of have got my back if ever I need to make SOS calls.
I trust, as only a privileged, first-world citizen of a free country can, that the world really is my oyster, and that there are always an abundance of options open to me.
I trust that everything that happens is working to serve me, if only I have eyes to see it.
More and more and more, I trust my intuition, my knowing voice.
I trust that the life of my deepest desires is divinely inspired, and that I am being drawn perfectly towards it.
I trust that my everyday steps are the perfect steps, everyday.
I trust the process.
I. Trust. The. Process.