I deserve everything good that comes to me.

A reflex meets good fortune with an explanation. The promotion was timing. The kind message was politeness. The thing that went well went well because the competition was weak that year.

Discounting looks like modesty and functions like a leak. Anything good drains out before it can be absorbed, so nothing ever accumulates into a sense that your life is going reasonably.

Deserving here isn't a claim about cosmic bookkeeping. It's permission to let a good thing land fully — to say thank you, and stop, and let it stand without the small correction tacked on at the finish.