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Be Careful What You Wish For

January 22, 2012

I am on a writing roll at the moment!  The down side is I haven’t slept in a few days because I’m busy with a couple of new novels, but that is the price I pay for fame!  Wait…I’m not famous.  Crap!  What am I doing this for?  Oh, right…to silence the myriad of voices in my head.

 

And already I’ve digressed from what I planned to write here.

 

What were we talking about?  Oh…wishing.  Right.

 

So I’ve mentioned my most awesome BFF a time or two here I believe.  Never by name…to protect the innocent.  And she is wonderfully innocent…

 

Pause…wait for lightning to strike…whew. 

 

My BFF and I were talking this weekend about life and love.  She’s currently in a giddy state of euphoria that can only come with a new love interest in one’s life.  But, she’s also gone and gotten all philosophical on me lately.  The reason being that she asked the universe for this love interest.  She was very specific about what she wanted.  Although not quite specific enough.  But what love is perfect? 

 

However, being the kind, generous soul she is, she is hell bent and determined that if it worked for her, it can work for me too.  That all I have to do is put out into the universe what it is I want in love, and it will come to me.  BUT, she is equally determined that I be a little more careful than she was about not only what I want, but also what I don’t want.

 

The idea intrigues me.  As I’ve said a time or two before, I believe in karma.  I believe putting good out into the world can bring it back to you, and that putting evil out will boomerang back around with a vengeance.  But I’ve never given a great deal of thought to actually ASKING for something.  There could be some validity to it.  I do recall one night when I was feeling particularly down after a breakup I asked God/Teenage Jesus/Baby Jesus/Buddha/Moses/The Goddess/whoever you believe in to just give me peace with the whole thing.  I actually spoke the words out loud.  I said to the higher power that I accepted that maybe this person wasn’t right for me, or at least at that time, but could the pain be a bit less.  Could I just find PEACE.  That night I slept—harder than I had for the preceding couple of weeks. 

 

Coincidence?  Maybe.  Or maybe my BFF is right, and proactively ASKING—not just thinking about, but actually ASKING—the universe for what you want works.

 

I would really LOVE to hear comments/feedback on this concept.  What do you all think?  Does speaking what you want work?  Or is it coincidence?  Do visioning exercises motivate you to MAKE things happen?  Or does putting the effort into such an exercise make the universe decide to grant you good things? 

 

I most assuredly do not have the answer here.  BUT I’m willing to try anything once.  So here we go world—here’s what I want.

 

I want someone to truly love me.  Not the way my children or parents or siblings or friends love me, but a deep, soul-mate type of love.  I want someone who values family as much as I do, but also values time with just us.  Someone who can support themselves financially—being well off enough to take care of us both would rock, but is a “nice to have” not mission critical.  Someone who’s a fan of sex.  That’s right, I said it.  I’ve got needs.  Anyone who says that’s not important is either lying or not doing it right.  I would like to occasionally burn dinner because I got distracted with…other activities. 

 

I want to be able to talk—about nothing…about everything.  I want to be pushed outside of my comfort zone, by someone I trust completely, who will respect if I’ve been pushed a bit too far, but will also ask is it REALLY too far?  I want someone who will put me in my place when I need it—I know that one sounds weird, but let’s call a spade a spade: I can be a pushy bitch at times and want someone who will call me on my crap.  I want surprise lunches at work.  Surprise bouquets of daisies on a random Thursday.  Surprise trinkets from Tiffany’s.  Ok, again negotiable, but you get the point.  I want to be pleasantly surprised.

 

I want more kids.  Period.  I’d love to HAVE more, but I’m also open to adopting more.  Someone who appreciates the wonder that is the kids I’ve already got and can’t wait to see the adventures new personalities would bring.  I want someone who appreciates how much work kids are, but how worth it they are.  (See this video clip for the sentiment).  I want someone who will stand with me when the kids begin to revolt…even if it means we lock ourselves in a closet so they can’t find us! 

 

I want laughter.  I love to laugh, and I want someone who can make me laugh, who will laugh with me, who will laugh at me.  Someone who appreciates my cooking efforts, but will let me off the hook from time to time.  Someone who is supportive of my writing endeavors, even if they don’t find my writing their cup of tea for reading pleasure—but who will be HONEST about it.  I want honesty.  I want someone who pushes me to be the best version of myself I can be.  I know making change in my life is all about what I want to do for myself, but I am someone who can really benefit from cheerleading, and I would like someone who gets that.  I want someone who I can support in return, and take an interest in whatever passions they have.

 

This person needs to be welcoming of an extended family, but be tough enough to occasionally tell me I’ve made our home TOO open.  Who can get in there and argue with my loud obnoxious family one moment, and in the next sit down to a Sunday dinner.  Who appreciates traditions like Christmas Tree Day, Holiday Cookie Parties, celebrating birthdays for an entire week, and big family vacations; but who can also introduce me and the kids to new experiences that I’ve either never thought of or been too afraid to try.

 

I want a partner in crime who will bear witness to my life from a first-hand perspective.  Who will let me be fully immersed in them and who wants to be fully immersed in me, while we maintain our individual pursuits and passions.  I want marriage again—this time, truly until death do we part.  We will cherish one another, take care of ourselves AND each other.  Someone who cares deeply about themselves and me. 

 

Bottom line?  I want to grow old together, sit on the porch in our golden years laughing with the knowledge that we had one hell of a great ride, even if the details have become fuzzy and the sex is just a distant memory—although I’d REALLY like to still be having it, even at the age of 105.

 

OK Universe...there it is.  Go!

 

 

 

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