Dear Person I Wish I Could Be,
Why do we spend ninety percent of our time wishing to be someone else? Or something more? Or just different? I’m guilty of it too, and I know this.
I wish I could be skinnier. I wish the thighs would shrink and the belly roll would disappear. Even though I don’t like bikinis, I wish I had the option to wear one and not feel like an idiot. I wish losing weight was as easy for me as it seems to be for everyone else.
I wish I could finally get published. I wish to finally see my name on a book spine in a bookstore. I wish that I could know that people I’ve never met or seen or been introduced to or am connected to in any way were reading a story I’d written.
I wish I was braver. I wish I had the courage to do crazy things like go to NYC on a moment’s notice and blow and entire paycheck and sit in the rain outside a ticket office all night to try to score tickets to a favorite musical. I wish I’d had enough confidence to apply for more than one out-of-state job. I wish I wish more comfortable breaking out of my bubble.
I wish I was more organized. My room is a mess. I should really do something about that.