It is raining here in Maine, and while I was wishing I could just curl up in bed with a good book and some hot chocolate all day (writing...that...down...) it also occured to me that I had a whole list of things I had meant to do this summer, and never got around too.
For example:
I wish I had gone camping - I've never done that.
I wish I had gone swimming more - the weather was too nice to sit at home as much as I did. The curse of being busy, I suppose.
I wish I had written a book - haha. If only.
I wish I had finished knitting those socks I started ages ago - the heel is killing me.
But! It isn't over yet. So!
I hope I do actually finish those socks.
I hope I go swimming at least once more, and definitely at the covered bridge.
I hope my yearning for a book turns into a fantastic idea for NaNoWriMo.
And what I want from YOU is the same thing. What do you wish you had done this summer, grand and small? What do you hope to squeeze in before the trees change their leaves, and school starts up again?
And in other news, yes. I will be sitting down to count how many stars I have made with all of your helpful wishes. I'm betting I have at least a hundred, maybe two. Hopes for how many I have?
i hope my parents are as proud of me as they say they are.
ReplyDeleteI wish I had had more fun.
ReplyDeleteI wish that I lived with my boyfriend.
I wish I did not worry so much.
i wish i had money to freely buy the art supplies i want
ReplyDeletei wish i could get a baking job
i wish i could write a story
i wish i could do something productive with the afternoon
i wish he would marry me
i wish my co-workers would be my friends
i wish my mom was happy
i wish i could be a tattoo artist
i wish not to waste my creativity
i wish i could travel to new zealand
i wish i would stop having bad dreams
i wish i would find something better than starbucks
i wish i could produce enough art to fill up all the coffee shops in portland, or.
i wish i knew how to bake donuts
i wish i could continue to learn without schooling
i wish people would be considerate
i wish i could bottle up every moment
i wish gardian angels existed
i wish i could talk to animals
i wish that i would remember everything even when i'm old
i wish that something special would happen when i turn 44 because it's my lucky number
i wish i asked my grandfather more questions when he was alive
i wish my half sister and i would meet and that she likes me and doesn't hold the circumstances of the past against me
i wish my brother would settle down and start the family he has always wanted
i wish to be transformed this year
i wish tara would find the direction she needs
i wish that you get a thousand wishes
i wish my positive traits would shine through
i wish narnia existed
i wish i had the bravery to pursue modeling for art classes
i wish i could start doing yoga daily
i wish to treat my body better
i wish to live in portland, maine again someday after i have tackled a long list of achievements
i wish i had been able to give tamer a chance
I wish I didn't have so many excuses to drink so often.
ReplyDeleteI wish I was driven.
I wish I had the money to travel.
I wish I could just say "no, thanks" to paying back to student loans.
I wish I had the motivation to cook instead of eating junk all the time.
I wish I knew if he thinks this is love, too.
I wish I could have real conversations with my cat.
I wish I didn't feel so anxious when I was by myself.
I wish I would just buck up and do the four loads of laundry I've been putting off.
I wish Harry Potter was real.
ReplyDeleteI dream that I am receiving my letter from Hogwarts. Often.
“I wish I could swim,” she thought briefly. Her thoughts were turned quickly though to other matters, like learning how to swim before she drowned in the cold, water. The swell forced her upwards and she kicked her legs to no avail; she began to sink down. She kept her wits about her enough to know not scream and stopped herself from opening her mouth which helped her avoid choking on the salty water. Even so, her life flashed before her eyes.
ReplyDeleteElaine Nightingale grew up in a small town in Kansas. Her horizons were filled with an endless abundance of grass and the knowledge that like most other people in her small town she would grow up to work for the mill on the other side of the railroad. Her childhood, while not horribly unpleasant, was not overly enjoyable. It was not filled with unicorn farts and happy puppy dog kisses. Her parents were lower middle class; her father was a janitor at the middle school who spent too much time at the bar and her mother was a waitress at the small diner in the middle of town who spent too much time in front of the television watching soap operas. Elaine was an only child and wound up playing in her room late at night until her mother remembered to tell her to go to bed. It was incredible the games that Elaine could come up with to entertain herself.
It was also amazing the kind of insults that children could come up with at school. Elaine was made fun of for her last name at first because it sounded like a bird; “Elaine’s a chicken! Cluck, cluck, cluck!” never mind that a nightingale looked nothing like a chicken. Then later, she was made fun of, oddly enough, because it was the same last name as a Civil War heroine. She knew then as a little, lonely girl the same as she knew; that the kids in her small town school were not wealthy in creativity and once she got to high school, Elaine realized it wasn’t the stupid taunts that bothered her so much as the tone her peers used against her. Children could make anything sound like an insult. So Elaine spent most of her childhood in the library reading books to escape what seemed like to her a dreary existence and managed to get by without a real life friend of her own.
When she graduated high school, Elaine decided to not go on to college and by doing so, made a decision that made her mother angry enough to stop talking to her for four years. “Get an education and you can get out of here!” she would cry. But Elaine did not want to get “an education” because she was not sure what sort of “education” she wanted. Why would she want to waste four years of her life to end up doing something she might hate? Instead she got a job at the library and was able to afford to rent a small house on the edge of town, near a small copse of trees.
Bored with her life at twenty-five, she decided to reinvent herself. Instead of the long blonde hair that she had kept for years, Elaine chopped it short and dyed it dark pink. She pierced her ears and was tempted to get a belly button piercing but decided against it after finding how much the ear piercing hurt. Elaine made the decision to try something new, too, and planned to start a garden. While at the library working, she found some books on gardening and would read them during quiet hours. When she had felt like she had read enough, she got permission from her landlord to dig up the backyard to plant some vegetables and flowers. Two weeks of digging in her spare time by hand and she had created a decent sized patch near the trees.
On her last day of digging, she had come across a circle of stones about four feet in diameter that seemed undisturbed by the shovel she wielded. It was close to her house and instead of digging them out, she made the choice that she would keep it and use it as a readymade border for some roses.
That was yesterday. Today she was trying to remember what to do if she were to fall into water and didn’t know how to swim.
(Internet issues delayed this)