I became obsessed with wishing at a very early age. My bedtime ritual included peering through the screened window out over neighboring Bronx buildings into the smoggy city sky and wishing on the first star I saw that night. Now I suspect I was sending out my yearnings to either Venus or Mars.
The first time my mother retrieved a fallen eyelash from my cheek and presented it to me on her finger with instructions to make a wish, I thought I’d hit the jackpot. A few weeks later, alarmed she said, “What happened to all your eyelashes?” I never had luxurious lashes again.
In trying to recall what exactly I was wishing for, I draw a blank. Perhaps they were lofty hopes like for world peace – inspired by the anti-Vietnam war marches my parents brought me to. Or maybe for the long-desired dog. Now I fantasize about winning the lottery, dream about getting my book published, aspire to staying healthy and hope for my daughter’s life to be charmed.
I confess, I still believe in magic. Or something. I guess, at the risk of sounding new-agey, I believe in putting ‘it’ out there — ‘it’ being a range of things. I confess to making a random wish, but mostly, I take action even though the odds are against me. For instance, I buy a lottery ticket almost every week. I’m not so delusional that I actually think I will win — but I might. But only if I buy a ticket, right? And during those delicious days of possibility, I love the fantasy my ticket inspires.
I also continue to believe I will get my book published even though the state of the industry is abysmal. I still send out queries to agents and continue to feel excitement in the waiting – and just file the rejections and start all over again. The possibility is only there as long as I keep trying, keep putting myself out there. For the rest, I eat healthy and exercise and my daughter is charming thus, must be charmed.
And I’m not pulling out another precious eyelash.
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I love, love, love this piece!!!!!! Your poor eyelashes! Sooo funny, such a surprise, such a reasonable conclusion for a little girl to draw….and weren’t you the pro-active one to go for it so vigorously! I love your current wishes and your steps to make them come true. (After years of planning for lottery winnings without buying tickets, we’re buying them too…)…And I, too, am trying to “put it out there.” We won’t wind up on Oprah together at this point – thanks a lot Oprah – but let’s definitely be published authors together someday! XO