That I Would Be Good by Alanis Morissette has long been a favorite of mine. Most of the time, it’s so hard to believe that we are worthy, without doing anything. Just existing is enough to be valuable. Our humanity is eroded when we strive so hard all the time to hold up a facade of perfection, but I do it all the time, and I bet you do too.
Now that I’m in my thirties, I’m paying more attention to how my life feels. Does it feel good to be in my body? Does it feel good to spend my time the way I do? How do the people I’m spending time with make me feel? How can I accept who I am right now, without self-flagellation? How can I let go of obsessively polishing these images?
It ain’t easy. These lines from Wendell Berry always ring true: