Dear Diary,
I am a wisher. I spend a lot of my time wishing for things. When I see the first star appear in a night sky, I wish upon it. I play a game with myself when the subway comes. If when it stops and I’m directly in front of a door then I win and can make a wish.
I remember the moment when I was younger and first learned of this whole “wishing thing.” I threw a penny into a fountain and wished to become a Care Bear. The thought of joining the pack of cuddly bears up in the sky and spending my life helping improve the life of suburban children made my tummy tumble with excitement. Then I waited… and waited… and waited. I never became a Care Bear. But why didn’t it work? Pinocchio became a boy, why couldn’t I become a Care Bear?
After that you’d think I’d give up on wishing, but I haven’t. Occasionally a wish will come true. Like when I wish for winter to be over. But I have a feeling that even if I didn’t wish for it, it would still happen. The majority of my wishes still haven’t come true. They aren’t crazy or outlandish wishes, they are simple and it is very plausible that they could come true (I can’t share any of them with you because then they wouldn’t come true for sure.) But I still continue to wish. I guess that might be the romantic side of me, I keep waiting for my wishes to come true.
But when, or if they even do, I probably won’t attribute it to the first star in the night sky or the subway stopping in front of me but rather I played my cards right and made my wish come true.
Hugs and kisses till next time!
Dear Diary 