I never pass up an opportunity to make a wish. If that makes me juvenile, so be it. I have enough wishes to fill the Pacific. I throw coins in fountains, I blow away my eyelashes, I drive through yellow lights, I wait for the clock to show all the same numbers and I genuinely believe there is a genie in a lamp somewhere in this universe. For the record, I highly doubt she’s an adorable blonde exposing her midriff but I’m not here to dictate or ruin your visions. I’ll seize all the wishmaking I can in this life because what have I got to lose?
Wishes are for the young at heart, which is a category I begrudgingly fall into. Let’s be honest: I spent an entire day off of work drinking champagne and sketching Tinkerbell for no other reason than I could. I am easily distracted by shiny objects and glitter. Not to mention I spent an absurd amount of time this past week looking on Amazon for glow necklaces, body paint and unicorn floaties…and I’m not going to Burning Man. #Fact
I don’t know what it is about making wishes, but it puts a tiny seed of hope in your heart when you make them. You’re putting it out there, you’re forming sentences and verbalizing the desires of your soul and it’s a bit magical to believe, even for an instant, that it may come true. Walt Disney obviously came to this conclusion way before me. He is now the legacy of an entire platform built upon the dreams and wishes of the human spirit. A pricey platform, I might add.
I have always had a very vivid imagination. As a little girl, my days were spent dressing up and playing pretend, which is why my mother got me into acting classes. I was, for lack of a better word, exhausting. I want to believe that there’s a wardrobe out there that portals into another world, that there’s a town of very handsome vampires in the south who could fall in love with a blonde waitress, that the beauty of one could still launch a thousand ships and that there’s some kickass chick out there who fights evil on the daily and calls herself the chosen one. Call me crazy.
I have big wishes, small wishes, stupid wishes, sentimental wishes and everything in between. I wish I was a telepath, but in a voluntary way. I would want to pick and choose what I hone in on. And then the next second I feel like that could be the worst idea because I have some extremely odd thoughts that go through my head from time to time. I wish I could teleport. I would have a beach day in St. Thomas, an early evening martini stroll along the east coast of Sydney and a candlelit dinner in Venice. Be still my heart. I wish my head and heart would get on the same page and leave me alone.
I wish people would stop using facebook as a diary. You know what I’m talking about. You read the post and think to yourself Yikes! I wish cheese had no calories and that I could exercise while sleeping. I wish everything would appear at face value…no surprises, no disguises, no lies. I wish everything was as simple as a stillshot and many times I wish I could live in that frame forever. I wish I could have one more conversation with my dad, granted it may be a long one. I wish there was a Star Wars lightspeed tunnel between me and my family. I wish I could just eat food and not worry that it’s filled with god knows what so that giant corporations gain profits from my health. Too real? Too soon? I wish privilege was earned and not given. I wish everyone knew what I meant when I say ‘the good ranch dressing’ and I wish the spider vein growing on my leg would just really stop it.
I know many of you are going to read this and think it’s a waste of time to dwell on such a thing. I’m okay with that, because talk of hedge funds, IRAs, the stock exchange and/or investments makes every vein within me momentarily stop functioning- not because of excitement but because of death. If you’ve never invested time into your imagination you’re probably on Wall Street or in IT making a salary I could only fathom and, for that, I applaud you. All the while, there isn’t enough money on this Earth that could sway me to compromise my dreams and beliefs. The worst thing that could happen is that they come true. It’s not like I make a wish and sit there with clasped hands waiting for it to come to fruition. A dream is a wish your heart makes as Cinderella sings and to that I will raise my glass. Cheers.