I wish I could get through an entire conversation without referencing a TV show. My sister’s friend pointed out that we can’t talk for 5 minutes without using the phrase, “Do you remember the episode where…”.
I wish I would do something about the suffering of others in the world. Instead I just turn off the pictures of starving kids, because I can’t handle the sorrow. Out of sight, out of mind…
I wish my baby had slept for more than 3 hours at a time in the first year of her life. I’d have had a few more pleasant memories of a time I’m not going to get back.
I wish makeup never expired. Because I have yet to ever use up an entire container of nail polish/lipstick/mascara/etc. before it separated and went all icky.
I wish I could take myself as seriously as I want others to.
I wish I had read all the books I say I’ve read. I keep meaning to get around to it. Luckily, you can divine a lot about a book by reading the jacket and the reviews.
I wish I had been more fit before I got pregnant. My abs are not my friends.
I wish I hadn’t said mean things about a girl in my dorm, just to feel better about myself. The look on her face when she overheard them is still with me – and I deserve it.
I wish I knew why my 4 year old has been sleeping on the floor lately. I’ve asked him, and he’s been decidedly vague as to why.
I wish I had had time to buy more wine today…