The west Texas elopment was perfect.
Every breakfast at Aster Marfa was perfect. Meeting Rice alum Roberto leading us to Garza Marfa for his Mimi y Roberto pottery was perfect.
The family Sunday celebration brunch-into-hangout was also perfect. Sunday night cheese-and-wine catchup was perfect.
My workouts this week were perfect. I hit 4 lifting days, which hasn’t happened in awhile. My yoga was perfect. In that I got to do it, not that anything about it was perfect!
The weather right now is perfect.
Many things are not perfect. I have some hilarious bumble stories for the next podcast (recording this weekend, which should be, well, perfect). But, in the sense that perfect is as perfect does, that perfect is in the eye of the beholder, that the secret to perfect isn’t having it all but wanting what you have, life is pretty perfect.