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Today is 11/11/11 and that makes me giddy and hopeful.
I’m a pretty practical person most of the time. To quote The Office: “I’m not superstitious, but I am a little stitious.” But growing up, I always made a wish on the first star I saw every night. You know the phrase: “Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. Wish I may, wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight.”
Guess what, though?
(This story is not embarrassing at all.)
Those nights my mom would drive me home from dance, I would find a star in that big, open New Hampshire sky, and I would see that first star and wish to grow boobs. I really had my priorities straight growing up. World peace? An end to worldwide hunger? Nah. I wanted boobs.
And then one day in ninth grade, bam! I woke up and had some boobs. I don’t credit my genes or my diet — they grew because I wished for them. Obviously.
Totally rational, I know.
(Mom, I’m really sorry that you’re now finding out that while you were being a great parent and driving me around, I was in the backseat wishing for bigger boobs. I never claimed to be a normal kid.)
I don’t see many stars anymore because I live in a brightly-lit city. The only lights I see are the ones in Times Square, and I won’t waste my time wishing on those.
I still make a wish whenever I see 11:11 on the clock, though. It’s a habit I can’t break. And while I don’t wish for boobs these days, I have plenty of other wishes constantly floating around my head. Some are silly and some may be impossible.
I know the saying is that if you say a wish out loud it won’t come true, but writing it on a blog doesn’t technically count as “out loud,” right?
So today, in honor of 11/11/11 (my alarm is set to go off at 11:11 so I can really make these wishes count), here are a few things I wish…
…I took better care of my skin.
…I could run faster.
…I knew that a sub-4:00 marathon was in my near future.
…for a PR in Las Vegas.
…that I could wake up one morning and get through a day without having a stomachache.
…I knew what it feels like to go through life without Crohn’s disease.
…there was a cure for Crohn’s disease.
…I didn’t always avoid confrontation with people I care about. Sometimes I need to be more honest and speak my mind, even if it means a potential fight.
…I knew if my family resented me for moving away and not going home to visit enough.
…that in May, my sister-in-law gives birth to a happy, healthy baby.
…that flying wasn’t so damn expensive.
…that doing 200 crunches every day actually gave me visible abs.
…that eating 200 pieces of chocolate every day gave me visible abs.
…I could do a handstand.
…people were more open-minded.
…that there were no hangovers.
…that I bothered to take time to stretch after I run.
…cigarette smoking would be made illegal, at least on city sidewalks. Or at least in my presence.
…there were no wars. Lofty wish, I understand.
…my parents didn’t dislike NYC so much. I wish they wanted to visit me more often and that they saw the appeal of city life…even if it does mean being broke most of the time.
…my kitchen sink were bigger.
…I could still dance…without the aid of alcohol.
…I didn’t take some things so personally.
…this never-ending Crohn’s flare-up would just go away already.
…a good doctor would find me, instead of me trying to find him or her.
…Brooks Adrenalines came in lime green.
…I were more confident in the kitchen and actually bothered to attempt making things.
…I had a front porch. With a rocking chair.
…there was no such thing as “dry clean only.”
…I had better posture.
…I knew if Coach Cane was secretly disappointed in my marathon time.
…I had more money. Shallow but true.
…I could learn how not to take my stress out on my loved ones.
…Brian knew how lucky I feel to know him.
…I knew how to say no.
…I could ever get out of Target without spending more than $100.
…that someday I will change someone’s life.
…my friends believed me when I tell them I run because I love it, not because I’m “trying to lose weight.”
…that someday my maternal instincts will kick in and I’ll raise an awesome family. Not anytime soon. Not even a little bit soon. But someday.
…that all the people I love lived closer to me.
…that everyone I love will always be happy and healthy. Is that too much to ask?
And then there are some I won’t share. Sorry.
ANY WISHES FOR YOU? Happy 11/11/11, everyone! Care to share your wishes today? I’d love to hear ’em!