Last night I dreamed I was meeting some people I knew in elementary school for lunch. Two of them were very popular in school, but snobby and a little mean. In those younger years my self esteem was pretty much in the toilet and I was constantly envious of the popular girls. Most of them were pretty nice, but some of them were not, yet that didn’t stop me from looking up to them.

Anyway, back to the dream. It was sort of a large group crowding around this table, and somehow I was sitting outside, peering through a window to participate in the group. It was kind of an uneasy feeling, seeing these now-adult classmates after all these years. Sometimes the apprehension of the past plagues you in your present, and it’s all too easy to slip back into the flawed thinking you thought you’d left behind. “What if I’m not good enough? What if they don’t like me?”

So the group is talking and I’m not saying much of anything. Then came the turning point: The meaner of the two popular girls turned to me and said, “I really like your attitude on Facebook.” A few moments later, the snobbier of the two scooted and made more room for me at the table, and I no longer had to peer through a window. I had arrived.

Why did they accept me now and not way back then? Because now I know that I am good enough, and it doesn’t matter if they don’t like me. Right about then I woke up and smiled. Then I realized, “Wait a minute, that girl and I were never Facebook friends!” Oh well, I’m still awesome.