I have decided that in my next life I will be everything that I am not in this one.
I will be tall, almost 6 foot in my bare feet. It will be nice to be able to reach the top shelf in the kitchen cabinets without standing on a chair.
I will be slender, and lithe, whilst still retaining some of my curves.
I will be blonde, or as dark as ravens wings; but I would quite like to keep the fire which goes with my auburn locks.
My hair will be poker straight, sleek and glossy, and – please God – it will be manageable!
In my next life I will breeze through my lessons in school, I will make friends with ease and I will never feel alone, or different.
I will study for examinations that I have chosen, not which were chosen for me after an administrative error on the side of the school. Even if this should happen, it will most definitely NOT be too late to do anything about it.
Because I will have studied for my chosen exams, I will of course, pass them all with flying colours. No mediocre, as average as the next girl marks for me.
I will gain entry to university without conditions, and I will grow and thrive in ways I can only imagine.
In my next life I will have love affair after love affair, with no attached expectations, nor yet recriminations.
I will have more sex, with more partners – safely, naturally. I may even have a one night stand. Or several.
In my next life I will learn to speak in front of a group of my peers and colleagues without blushing and sweating, without the give away tremor in my too quiet to be heard voice.
In my next life I will secure myself a high paying job, in an ethical company who values their staff, and appreciates their loyalty.
My next life will see me marrying someone who wants to marry me – because they cant imagine life without me, and not because they have seen their own friends get engaged and, somehow, have to be the first to be wed.
I will most definitely NOT end up divorced within 5 years, and left with nothing while my ex and his mistress sell my home out from underneath me.
I will not be that doormat!
In my next life, I will learn to stand up for myself, and others. To speak up when necessary, and not to worry so much about everything. I will not have issues with my mental health, or indeed my physical health either.
And maybe – just maybe, in my next life I will learn to be happy and at peace with what I have. For in THIS life, I am only just beginning to realise that this is the ONLY wish that really matters.