Wanting & Wishing (Out Loud)
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In the next five years…
I hope to publish at least two more novels. Stories that are quirky and crisp and loved.
I hope to have at least one more child. A child who is healthy and happy and embraced by big sisters.
I hope that Mom finds love. Love that is not a replacement, never a replacement, but a compelling next chapter.
I hope to learn how to cook and bake and drive a car.
I hope to accept myself for who I am. And have been. And am becoming.
Because there is always becoming. Thankfully.
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I think so many of us are fearful for some reason of saying what we hope for out loud. Maybe we feel that we will jinx ourselves. Perhaps we feel greedy or selfish for wanting, for wanting more. Possibly, we worry that our wishes will be laughed at or not come true if told. I’m not sure. But I think it is so important that we acknowledge and articulate – concretely – our personal dreams and desires. Without identifying these dreams and desires, do we really participate in our evolution as people?
So, today is your day. What do you hope for in the next five years? For you. Don’t be shy.
I hope to be living in a house that we own. With a big yard. Or any yard, really, since right now my girls have only a little patch of grass. I hope to have at least one novel published, preferably two, with more on their way. I hope to have finished the quilt for my bed that I’ve been planning for a year now. I hope my dad is able to retire, and that we are able to spend more time with my family. I hope to learn how to love more fully and freely.
I think part of wishing out loud, for me anyway, is that it reveals me…too much. I feel exposed when I dream aloud, which is all part of the fear you mentioned. But let’s go.
I want to be published and earning a living as a writer.
I want to have healthy, happy child/ren.
I want to live in California and If I can’t, I want to have a living and job situation in NYC where I can spend every summer in California.
I want to try yoga.
I want my mother to be happy and settled in hew new living situation (she and my step-dad just sold their house!) and I want her to be spending her hours pursuing her passions, not working so damn hard.
I want to want to cook more. =)
my most important hopes center on Lovie and my crew. i continuously hope to become a better husband and father.
i hope to get to fish more!
i hope to get back into top-notch conditioning–the type of fitness that promotes wellness.
i then hope that wellness is contagious to the wee threesome as well as to Pookie.
i hope the novel i’m working on pans out.
i hope to run another marathon.
i hope to continue to take my edge off.
i hope you publish two books in the next five years, too. b/c though i prolly wasn’t your exact demo, i know talent when i see it. you got chops, my friend…
final hope — i hope to write you the email i’ve been meaning to write you for two weeks!
I hope to always (not just in the next 5 years!) to continue to learn new things and continue to grow as a person.
I hope to paint(oils)more/again.
I hope to make our farm financially successful so I won’t have to work “away” anymore. I would also like to make it a teaching place, a learning place, a healthful place.
I hope to write a book and see where that goes.
I hope to let Hubby know how appreciated and loved he is every day. Too often we take people for granted until they are no longer here to appreciate!
I hope to have written a book or at least have had some short stories published.
I hope to find a nice boyfriend finally!
I hope to have more close friends
I hope my father is in better health, and actually completely retires and paints, the way he’s been saying he wants to for years now.
I think that’s about it.
Oh: I hope my brother stops these intermittent attempts at growing a mustache. For the love of god.
I hope to know myself and God better and deeper than I do today.
I hope my precious sister finds Love, too.
I hope that the farm-share/co-op my sister and I have been dreaming of is off the ground and running.
I hope to have gone to grad school and/or have a fulfilling career.
I hope to have a baby.
I hope my parents still have their health and their joie de vivre.
I hope to write a book. A real, live book. I think. No, I know. I hope.
I hope to have published a novel or two.
I hope to be traveling the world.
I hope to live in an open and airy loft that has plenty of space for creativity of all types.
I hope to be a wife and a mother.
I hope that have lots of great friends who are also writers.
I hope to give birth to one more child and adopt two.
I hope that my company has a successful IPO.
I hope to travel abroad at least twice.
I hope my parents and in-laws stay healthy.
I hope I’ll have some idea of whether we’ll stay in our current city or move somewhere else.
I’ve got a lot, in no particular order—
I want to have bought a house. Possibly in the Great Northwest or Mountain West region (though the area is more my husband’s wish).
I want to have all our debts paid off except school loans and the aforementioned house’s mortgage (though I wouldn’t complain at the loans being paid off too) and have a decent amount in savings.
I want to visit Italy and Greece (at the very least).
I want to fly somewhere foreign/exotic on a whim.
I want to be a good seamstress instead of a merely adequate one.
I want to lose 40 lbs and keep at least 30 of it off.
I want to master Chopin’s preludes #3 and #24. And learn to play the organ competently.
I would like to master Photoshop.
I want my oldest brother to make some long-term goals and start working toward them. And give up the X-Box. And the girl he’s dating for someone better. (I can dream, right?)
I’d like my best friend to find a wonderful man who loves her.
I’d like my parents to have moved back to Florida (that’s what they want—I just hope it happens within 5 years).
I’d like my grandparents to live long enough, in good health, that my children will remember them.
I hope to become a better wife.
I hope to become a mom.
I hope I’m a good parent.
I hope I pass level 2 of the CFA exam next year because I’ve worked so hard.
I hope to earn an MBA.
I hope to start yoga and not let my fear of starting new things get the best of me.
I hope that I can learn to love each moment of my life rather than living for the future.
I hope I learn to be ok with failure and accept that its apart of life.
I hope to continue learning and never grow weary of embracing new ideas.
I agree with the “jinxing yourself” thought process here…but oh well…
1) I want the love of my life to show up…because really, he’s taking his dear sweet time here.
2) I want to earn my masters degree…finally.
3) I hope my family stays healthy and happy.
4) I want to run a half marathon.
5) I want to finish my MS … even if no one will ever read it but my two best friends and my mom.
Did you see my Before 30 list? (latest progress at http://blog.rachelcotterill.com/2010/07/before-im-30-update-1.html)
That takes me 2.5 years on from now. In the years after that? I don’t know precisely. Write more: I know I have more stories to tell. Travel more, and have more adventures. That’s all I can say for sure.
In the next 5 years, I want:
1) another baby
2) increasing financial security (aka continued success in my hubbie’s job)
3) a bigger house (for bigger family!)
4) no regrets about walking away from a successful career (and large paycheck) in favor of full-time mom-dom.
It’s good to have goals and wishes…good for you for voicing yours!
I agree with Rebecca. Wishing aloud is far too personal. (Funny what some of us consider too revealing, isn’t it?)
As we get older, often our hopes and wishes are for basics we took for granted when we were younger. Relative health. A roof over our heads. And always, our hopes are for our children. For the very best life has to offer them.
I am among the group that can’t give voice to all of my wishes. Some of them are lodged inside me, in secret places where they burn or smolder.
Can’t say them out loud because that might kill the possibility of them evolving from fantasy to fact.
It is so hard to voice your wishes. But I will list my top 5 for the next 5 years, because you so bravely showed yours to us!
1. I will write a novel.
2. My tea business, Herbal Philosophy, will turn a considerable profit.
3. We will move to a bigger house with a pretty garden.
4. I will have another baby, preferably after the bigger house.
5. My family will have health and happiness.
Ooh fun –
I hope to have published my first novel (and another one after that), and make enough from that that I can spend my days writing and blogging. I don’t need riches, I just want to pay the bills with a little left over.
I hope to get married to Diz in Costa Rica or somewhere beautiful with only my closest friends and family present
I hope to have a modest Cape with a yard for a dog and gardens for veggies and flowers.
I hope to have a dog.
I hope to have nieces and nephews.
I hope to travel to Greece, Italy, and Spain.
One line sums it up for me:
I hope to accept myself for who I am. And have been. And am becoming.
I wish that you, and all those who commented (and who read, wished and did not comment) find all these wishes coming true. Here’s to a great today and a great next five years.