seabird78 | Christmas Wishes

Thanks to

lynnbo_momo, whose entry gave me the idea to write this post.

I wish I had a massage therapist who offered on-call services to me free of charge.

I wish Weevil was less scared and more snuggly.

I wish there was a magic button that I could press to erase my student loan debt.

I wish I could take six months off to do nothing but write my novel.

I wish I could take a year off after that to travel. And I wouldn't even require luxury accommodations.

I wish I could take a year off after traveling to stay at home to do nothing but read and listen to music.

I wish that I was the subject of one of the student scholarship narratives that I'm reviewing for work. Can't even imagine what it might be like to have attended a school that gives the Ivy Leagues a run for their money academically, and to have done so on the dime of a wealthy benefactor.

I wish, knowing that my wish to do nothing but write my novel can't happen right now, I could find more energy and desire for creative writing at the end of my work day (or in the wee hours, before it starts).

I wish, that knowing the above wish is kinda lofty, that it was enough to simply have a 9-5 job that involves a lot of writing. I wish I was okay with putting in my time at the office, and coming home to wind down with a book or a movie or music or TV. I wish I didn't have dreams of being published.

I wish I had a bathtub long enough and deep enough that I could submerge myself up to my neck.

I wish it were possible to divert tonight's predicted blizzard to some other location.

I wish McDonald's was health food.

I wish I could donate my entire closet to Goodwill and replace each piece with something else (except the rasslin' and band t-shirts that I like to wear around the house).

I wish that I had a car at my disposal only when I needed it to get home from a late evening on the north side, or to run errands or to take an impromptu road trip. Or during bad weather.

I wish it were socially acceptable to express one's self through song.

I wish I had someone to tuck me in at night and read to me to sleep.

I wish I could rock a punk rock or pin-up girl or bad-ass tattooed chick or rockabilly look without feeling like I was a huge poseur.

I wish I could know that there's been a moment when a handsome man observed me from a distance without my knowledge, and remarked to his companion, "Isn't she beautiful?"

I wish that the concept of "happily ever after" wasn't make believe.

I wish there was a yoga studio with a padded floor in my basement. Or even better, in my flat.

I wish the Degerberg Academy would open a facility in Forest Park or Oak Park so I could resume my karate chop training.

I wish I was part of a touring rock band.

I wish I had residences in Seattle and Dublin, Ireland that I could divide my time between.

I wish, knowing that I'm stuck with Chicago for the moment, that I could take up residence in the South Loop.

I wish music video programming would make a resurgence.

I wish work/professional attire consisted of jeans and hoodies.

I wish for fresh sushi as dinner every night.

I wish my sister would get her act together.

I wish I got paid for writing these blog entries. By the word, no less. :)