Idea stolen shamelessly from Rainy Saturday.
1. This is going to sound crude, but I really wish I made more money. Given I work in non-profit, that’s not going to happen unless I change jobs. It’s an industry I chose so I have no right to complain. I’m not looking to make six-figures here. It would just be a nice change to have a bit more leeway. I would like to not have to think about every dollar I spend as much. Some breathing room in case of an emergency, you know? This feels incredibly selfish as I know we’re pretty lucky. In today’s economy it could be a lot worse. Somehow, no matter what has happened, we’ve managed to stay afloat. But then, I guess that’s why these wishes are selfish.
2. I wish I lived in a detached house with a ginormous fenced back yard. Our current house is fine and the neighbours who share the wall are tolerant but it doesn’t feel permanent. I want a home all to ourselves so our dog can chase the cat without disturbing anyone else. I want a yard so we can adopt more dogs to chase more cats. We don’t need more space, not really. However, more privacy would be excellent, please.
3. I wish I had more time to read. There are so many books I want to read that I haven’t. So many that I haven’t heard of yet that I know I will love. So many that haven’t even been written yet that I know I will want to read in the future. There was a quote I read on another blog a long time ago that expressed this feeling. I wish I could remember the blog. (A fourth wish?) She said something along the lines of, “if I heard the world was about to end, I’d probably head straight home to read another book.” It’s a worry I have, truly, that I’m not going to be able to finish them all before I die. Why this bothers me so much I don’t know, but it does.
What perfectly selfish wishes do you have? I don’t want to see anything about saving others or curing cancer. This time it’s all about you.