What she wants, I want.

I want to actually use the French I’ve learned in school, live in Paris for a year, perhaps learn to cook there, and come home stylish and sophisticated—like Audrey Hepburn.

I want to illustrate books and magazines for a living, and I want to sell original art and art prints on the side.

I want a top-of-the-line PowerMac with everything on it, and I want to be able to pay for it all up front with nary a care for other expenses.

I want to take dance classes again.

I want to learn self-defense.

I want to enrich all of my personal relationships by giving more, listening more, caring more, and understanding more.

I want to play the piano again, and I want to learn how to play another instrument or two.

I want people to take me seriously when I’m serious.

I want people to laugh when I’m joking, too.

I want to be irresistably charming, and I want the power to make anyone smile.

I want to cut my hair short and grow it down to my hips again.

I want to handle stress with an enviable ease.

I want to be the joy in people’s life and not their pain.

I want to master the art of communicating well—to know when to speak, when to listen, what to say, and how to say it.

I want a house I can call my own, with a study full of books, a yard lined with trees, roomy rooms, a spacy kitchen, large baths, a cat, a dog, a two- or three-car garage, and a loving family.

I want those younger and less experienced than me to look up to me, learn from my mistakes, and exceed me in accomplishments.

I want those older and more experienced than me to guide me, share with me their experiences, and help me do better than they already have.

I want to leave this world a much better place than when I came in.

I want a new wardrobe at least once every year.

I want more hobbies.

I want to be closer to my sister and cousins.

I want to meet my online friends and be everything that they ever imagined me to be.

I want my passport to be riddled with visa stamps from countries all over the world.

I want to be thought graceful, even when I’m not.

I want to always have something witty to say, to break the ice at awkward moments.

I want people to be comfortable around me, and I want my smile and my laugh to be contagious.

I want to be more motivated with my career and more enthusiastic in my work.

I want to sing in a group again and perform for the public.

I want to whisper sweet nothings in someone’s ear.

I want to be the rich bitch for once and have things done my way, but I also want to be able to revert back to the old me whenever I want.

I want to be more confident in everything I do, and I want that self-assuredness to show and to work to my advantage.

I want to visit my godmother in Australia.

I want to be more aggressive about the things that I want.

I want people to think of me when asked with whom they’d like to be stranded on a desert island.

I want to be unforgettable in the best way possible.

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