Wish I May, Wish I Might
I’m always wishing I were someone I’m not.
-I wish I were a runner.
-I wish I had an olive complexion like my mom.
-I wish I was a hot tea drinker.
-I wish I could let my room or car be messy for a day without stressing out about it.
-I wish I was spontaneous.
-I wish I loved healthy foods so much I was disgusted by anything else.
-I wish I didn’t care about my grades.
-I wish I was a night owl, instead of a morning person.
-I wish I was a news junkie. (Don’t tell my journalism professors I’m not.)
-I wish I liked talking on the phone.
I used to think it was bad for me to think these things. I need to be happy with who I am and not fret over who I’m not, I thought. And though to an extent I do still believe that, I now have a new way of looking at it. Though some of these things I can’t change (like the color of my skin), some of them I can. Having these wishes are little aspirations for me to work up to. I wish I was a runner. Well, okay, get your booty moving and become one. I clearly remember last year when I was training for a half-marathon (that never happened) I was so proud of my body and what it was capable of. I even called myself a runner to other people and on my Facebook status (so obviously it was legit.) I wish I was spontaneous. (I won’t go into detail for this one because you’ve already heard me ramble about this.) Well, start doing random, fun things just for the heck of it! We all need something to aspire to be and if we were perfectly content with everything in our life, we would never grow as human beings and we would be boring and arrogant as all get out. I do have a list of things I wish I were, but I also have a list of things about myself that I love and am thankful for, and that’s the list that should never be forgotten.