It’s probably a good thing that genie’s don’t come out of bottles and grant the traditional three wishes. I’m not an idiot, I realize that the main point of most of those stories (looking at you, “Monkey Paw”) are that bad things happen.
Still…
The reason we fantasize about getting those wishes is because we’re all feeling so frustrated and powerless on a daily basis, trying our best, working our asses off, and it’s all the Red Queen’s Race, getting nowhere fast but making good time.
Running marathons a few years ago taught me that we can all do so much more than we give ourselves credit for if we just keep putting one foot in front of the other and simply refuse to stop until we get to the finish line.
2025 and 2026 (so far) have me questioning the existence of a finish line, other than the one that pops up (SURPRISE!) when we simply keel over at our desks and start approaching room temperature.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 