Resolutions aren’t my thing, but a girl can wish, can’t she? In honor of the new year and a renewed spirit of faith and hope in personal and community endeavors, I offer up this Wish List for 2017:
I wish kale tasted better and ice cream tasted worst.
I wish I was taller and my to do list was shorter.
I wish it would rain for the entire month of February.
I wish it would snow in Pasadena just once.
I wish Goo Be Gone worked on bunions.
I wish the Secretary of Customer Service was a cabinet position.
I wish I could still sleep past 4 am.
I wish I could still stay up until midnight.
I wish Christmas tree lights could hang themselves and then take themselves down again.
I wish people would go back to reading entire newspaper articles and not just Twitter headlines.
I wish I could stop watching Cupcake Wars and listen to Great Courses instead.
I wish I had spent kept up on my French, but put down the French fries.
I wish I sang like Adele and danced like Misty Copeland.
I wish I liked raw fish even a little bit so I could participate in the endless conversations about sushi I am forced to overhear in coffee shops and movie lines.
I wish I hadn’t trolled those people on Facebook after the election and that I could forget the people who trolled me.
I wish schools had more money for art, music and books.
I wish a career in art, music and books made more money.
I wish we never again have to say the words “Our thoughts and prayers are with you” because of a mass shooting.
I wish we could all take a deep breath before we react to every damn thing.
I wish outrage would go out of fashion and well-conceived solutions would become the next big thing.
I wish Kate Winslet was my friend because she seems funny and I feel like we could share clothes.
I wish the number of restaurants serving grains and greens in a bowl would replicate in direct proportion to the number of available parking spaces in Old Pasadena.
I wish raking would make a comeback so I wouldn’t have to spend every day in my home office, listening to the symphony of suburban leaf blowers.
I wish I understood how to wear those short boots.
I wish you all a peaceful New Year.
Stay connected, Lian
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