To be gainfully employed for a long period of time. Fortunately at this point there is a possibility it may happen. Barring that, I’d like a resolution to a health problem that’s been causing me trouble for the last 6 months.
If that sounds too selfish…what the hell, I’ll wish for peace on Earth.
I wish to be accepted into Columbia University’s graduate school of social work. I should find out in February whether I’m in or not. That would pretty much make my year.
To become more involved with my real, old friends whom I’ve drifted apart from in the last few years. Also, to make some new friendships that are real and deep - not just acquaintances.
I’d also like to travel somewhere I’ve never been before, somewhere that I’ll really enjoy.
And to everyone else here, I hope you all have a great year and that you are happy in whatever it is you are doing.
I hope my work increases. I hope my finance becomes my wife and we settle in nyc. I hope her family accepts the situation. I hope to record a new album. I hope my work increases.
I just want a simple one: to stop being sick. I am one of those annoying people who never gets sick; but when I do, it SUCKS, for like a week straight. Case in point, I am sitting here with a box of tissues as my company at 11:52 on New Year’s Eve . . .
For myself, I wish for better mental health. Even a little bit would be a huge improvement over 2008.
To everyone else: May all your dreams come true this year in giant, sparkling and lasting technocolor!!
My wish for me: To keep a positive attitude and accept myself for the weird, goofy girl that I am.
My wish for friends: I want my friend to beat cancer. It’s been a long fight, 10+ years now. All my good karma built up over the last year goes directly to her. Her great outlook on life, kindness, and strength are an inspiration.
My wish for everyone else: love, health and happiness. A backrub every day and a good sleep every night.
My #1 wish for 2009: an affordable veterinary miracle for my dog (featured here.
The short story is, the vet thinks it’s cancer. I think it’s something else. The price to find out? $4,000.00. That’s diagnosis, folks. Not treatment. You will not be surprised when I say that I really don’t have enough money for that.
I’ll add to that a medical miracle for EnolaGay (please don’t be offended that I didn’t list you first), and another one for my poor Aunt (who has dementia and has been all but abandoned by her children).
Best of everything to everyone here, and may whatever passes for a God in this benighted but beautiful world of ours bless you all in 2009.
A baby. Our first cycle of ICSI started today, and I’m not looking forward to the next few weeks of treatments. But it will all be worth it if it works.