I love/hate the ubiquitous response “a hundred percent.” It efficiently communicates a strong point, but it’s a bit lazy. Much like “same,” “seriously,” and going way back, “far out.”
One hundred is nice and round, two zeros next to a one like eyes looking around a corner. 100% means 100 of 100 is represented. It is all there. All in. Let’s celebrate anything that inches toward that complete number.
My brain is close to one hundred percent strong. My spirit is nearly as peaceful. My body? Let’s be optimistic and say ninety-five percent. It matters little how it happened but recently I injured a large muscle in my right leg while traveling to a working retreat. “Bummer.” But every painful step reminds me of all the systems that are working. My temporarily injured body is strong and resilient. My cohort deserve the highest of praise for all their assistance and care and generosity during our week of quiet writing time, share time and communal mealtime.
In the grand scheme this huge annoyance is but a blip on the radar of goodness and grandness. Annoying. Not defining. From now on, when I hear “Oh, a hundred percent,” I’ll give thanks for every amazing aspect of my life. One hundred percent.
Patty Mayeux Blog 
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