A friend of mine blew out the candles on her 17th birthday cake with her friends watching. Like so many, she “made a wish” before blowing. That was in the fall of 1987 – she is now married with 4 kids and seems content with her life. She revealed, at some point during our college careers, that her wish, on that birthday, was to marry one of the guys in the group – a specific guy in the group. And… she married him! They weren’t dating at the time; as I remember it, they weren’t even close to dating. But she wished, blew, and 4.5 years later, that wish came true.
Over the past few days, I have thought about wishing – making wishes, sending out that desire to the universe or the atmosphere. I like the idea as it seems hopeful and positive. I am a tad uncomfortable with the idea as often wishes are about things being different or wanting something that isn’t. They can focus hope as much as they can focus regret.
And I am just not sure what I think about them in general.
My daughter wants to be a professional ballerina at the moment. This isn’t a wish, but a desire. It isn’t just a desire but it is something that she believes is possible understanding that it takes hard work, focus, and dedication.
Similarly, she wants to run her fastest time or her best race every time she enters a 5K. She doesn’t wish upon a star or put that desire out there as much as she trains, sleeps well, eats right, and focuses on the time to beat by setting a realistic time to meet.
Looking at her life, and mine, I wonder where wishing fits? Does it have a role to play? Does my daughter have wishes the likes of which are unknown to me? Do I have wishes that want to be voiced and yet, I don’t give them space or hand them the microphone?
I wish I had answers…