The Dude’s birthday is next week, and I’m trying to decide what sort of cake to make this year, and I’m leaning, for whatever reason, towards a pistachio cake (like this one, not one made from instant pudding). Every year I’ve done a different cake, but always with the same idea: provide something delicious and wish-on-able.
My own birthday isn’t until next month, but I don’t feel the need to wait for cake. I’m an equal opportunity wisher: on birthday candles, on the first star (or stationary satellite), when the clock reads 11:11, whenever. It’s probably the closest I get to religious about anything.
With multiple chances to wish for something every day, one can get a bit indiscriminate: “I wish that the Dude will think getting pizza for dinner is a good idea,” (duh, easy) or “I wish that my hair will look good tonight.” (That one’s hit-or-miss.) But if I had to go by the old, fairy-tale rule: three wishes, and three only–no wishing for more wishes!–what would they be?
Would I really be shallow and self-centered and wish for a beautiful, luminous complexion, like I did all the time as a teen (and, okay, as a grown-ass woman)? Would I go big picture and wish for world peace or an end to hunger? Or something in between and sort-of practical minded, like wishing that marginal tax rates for the top 10% of earners was set at the same rate it was in the 1950s? I guess I could do one of each, but right now, I’m tempted just to wish, three times, for a job that will pay me what I’m worth and won’t destroy my soul.
So, for today’s FFT: what are your three wishes? They can be small or large, personal or altruistic, practical or absurd, kind or cruel (although let’s not slip into eliminationist rhetoric, okay?). Are these life-long wishes, or just-for-today desires?
I’ll be posting this at 11:11 and wishing that you all have a lovely weekend.