I made a wish - as I often do at that magical moment - but this time I wished for an eyelash to fall on my cheek so that I could buy myself yet another wish. An investment, if you will...but as I was about to wish on the eyelash, the market potential of wishes on a candle-filled birthday cake filled my mind. So I wished for that. I mean, that's forty-something wishes! (give or take).
With all of those wishes, I wished for the usual things - an end to war, an end to world hunger, to terrorism, to disease, to injustice, to prejudice...for someone to please just tell Donald Trump about his hair...(no, I can't let that go) (neither can he, apparently).
Then my wishes became increasingly less visionary. I wished to win the lottery, wished for no wrinkles, wished to find jeans that looked good and were comfortable and not just one or the other. I wished to find the perfect bagel and for said bagel to have no calories. This one made me pause...no calories in a bagel? That was crazy. How about no calories in anything!? so I wished for that. I wished for no need to exercise, no need to even think about being healthy!
At some point near the 40 (ish) mark, it occurred to me...this didn't have to end! I could wish for a genie in a bottle and score another 3 wishes! (just for fun, I could wish to bring back Robin Williams as my genie...because how great would that be)
With the three extra wishes it would grant me, I'd solemnly wish to become less needy. I would immediately ruin this in my next wish because I'd wish that I hadn't dropped my French-Press coffee maker into the sink, shattering it into a million pieces and forcing me to drink regular coffee like some kind of animal. My last wish would be brilliant. Get this. I'd wish for yet another genie in yet another bottle! I know, right? (this one didn't have to be Robin. Any standard-issue genie they had available would be fine)
Except maybe they'd give me only one more wish...based on the considerable limits I had already pushed, wish-wise? Ahh, but clever me would be one step ahead...for my very last wish, I'd wish it was 11:11! I'd start all over again, from the top! At that point, my mind would be a cacophony of wanty, needy, selfishy thoughts, all screaming to be heard. I would be overwhelmingly convinced that my life was utterly lacking in...pretty much everything.
...in case you ever wonder about the birthplace of unhappiness.
Alternatively, I could wish for exactly the life I have. It would take some serious brain rearranging. I'd have to be willing to let go of some things (maybe the bagel? No. Not the bagel - the jeans. There's always yoga pants). I'd have to accept some things (buying a new French press). Donald Trump would get to just continue on...weird hair and all.
Mostly, I'd have to really stop and consider all of the things that are good about my life. Things that I'm truly thankful for.
...in case you ever wonder about the birthplace of happiness.