Wishful Thinking

I wish that I could take a nap in the middle of the day without being on an airplane.

I wish I could be home long enough so that Sam (my cat) didn't feel like he had to wake me up at the crack of dawn with kitty kisses.

I wish for one day of freedom, where I wasn't tethered to my computer and Blackberry. But with one day, all I'd do is sleep anyway, so make that two days.

I wish I could experience New York like a tourist and eat at one of the finest restaurants, instead of eating whatever I can fit into my mini fridge in the hotel room.

I wish that my company would pay me back for the weekends, holidays, and extra hours I've put in since November 10. At last count, it's an additional 20 weekend days, 4 holiday days, and approximately 276 overtime hours. They did pay me for the 2 weeks of vacation I gave up. And it doesn't look like I'll have a day off until February 27. Four months of 16 hour days with no days off. I thought that slavery had been abolished.

I wish I could eat just one meal without being interrupted by a phone call, instant message, or the buzzing of the Blackberry.

I wish everyone could have the stories I can tell.

I wish my family would come visit me without me having to pay for them to get here. I wish I had as much money as my family thinks I do so I could pay for them to get here.

I wish my friends would know how much it means to me when they IM me or e-mail me in the morning just to wish me a good day. Without wanting anything from me.

I wish hormones didn't make me have mini-meltdowns at least once a month.

I wish I could recognize the tension and stress in others without picking it up myself and carrying it for them.

I wish that I was more focused on the horrible tragedy in Haiti instead of myself.

I wish for peace on earth.