wishing

Historically, wishes were offered up to the gods; today, it seems we have internalized them. Each wish serves as an intention within our own psyches, a proclamation of gratitude, aspiration, and creativity. Something we grant to ourselves.
The questions to ask is: What uproots and what anchors us? Discovering the answer and following the steps that connect and stabilize us, may prevent the treacherous state.
Watch how this guy blows through all of his wishes.
It's true, isn't it? I am that person. I lack a filter at times and want to (g-d forbid) talk about the tough stuff. I'm a firm believer in the power of talking. It's my process. It's my thinking out loud. I'm far from alone.
I'd spent the past few weeks feeling completely lost, purposeless, and alone, but in the simple actions of that little girl, I began to realize the simplicity and power of hope and faith in our world. All I needed to do was to figure out a way of silencing all the noise around and inside of me, and begin to focus on the beauty of a moment, the belief in the wonderful.
I wished to see my husband become the amazing father I know he would be. I wished to watch him with you, to see him reflected in you. I wished to see you grow, to see you become you. I wished for all the good, the bad and the ugly that comes with becoming a parent.
Wishful thinking is usually an outgrowth of a fear. People don't resort to wishful thinking because it works. They resort to wishful thinking because it allows them to avoid confronting their fear. Wishful thinking allows you to avoid discomfort, stress, change, anxiety and pressure.
I noticed that I often actually hold back, squelch, or minimize my deepest desires -- waiting until things seem "possible" or even "probable" before I fully express what I truly want.
I always thought that if you worked really hard and put your whole heart into achieving your dreams, they would come true. It turns out, this is not so.
One New Year's Day, on the brink of my fiftieth year, I took stock of my life--and the tally was grim. I was alone after