as i was resting in child's pose on my bed in a hostel in marrakesh on the morning of my 35th birthday, one of the thoughts that crossed my mind was, "i wonder why people like me?" not in a "i wonder what it is" sort of way but in a "i can't imagine why they would" sort of way.

almost immediately, it was followed by the realization that it was actually an old thought and i don't wonder that anymore. i could see that i have a good heart and that people might like me. not that i think everyone likes me, or that i think everything about me is likable, just that i am starting to see the good in me too.

it was such a lovely thing to realize as i turned 35 that i cried a little. better late than never, i guess.

i hope you can see all the good in you.