In her book, The Wishing Year, Noelle Oxenhandler struggles with developing the ability to say her wishes out loud. She has juggled guilt and the feeling that actually asking for what you want is somehow just plain wrong.
I know her pain.
I also believe that I can share in her triumph. I am going to put my wishes out there. Yes, despite the incredible blessings I've seen in my life this year, there are still areas that need attention. I feel guilty and selfish even writing that sentence, but it's true.
I shouldn't feel guilty for wishing for more, for wanting a full and beautiful life.
I do, though, have a multitude of blessings. I have a true love. I have a wonderful, loving family. I have friends who know me and take me the way I am. I have a crazy cat named Marley who brightens up many a day.
Still, I have three wishes for this year, three wishes that, within them, contain dozens of little subwishes that will (almost) automatically come true if these three do.
I wish that my mother's health will improve and that her latest medical hurdle is handled by adept hands.
I wish that WG will find a job that suits him, in an environment where he will be allowed to flourish
I wish for a peaceful, joyous, happy wedding
What's your wish?