I make wishes all the time. Any excuse for a cheeky wish, and why the hell not? 11:11, 12:34, when I capture a smudge, when I cut a cake, when I blow candles out and sometimes when I see a patch of blue sky (I used to be convinced that this was a direct view into heaven).
And with all these wishes, all the times you say what ever it is in your mind, I feel as though somewhere, maybe in a parallel universe, that someone writes it down in stone. There is a permanent record of your every wish.
A few years ago when I was walking through central Hong Kong I saw this building,
I took an Instagram and thought to myself, wow. How cool is that? This building, this neighbourhood, Hong Kong. I wished that I could live somewhere like that.
I fantasised heavily about a life in Hong Kong the whole 2 weeks I was there. Dreamed of how it might feel to leave that tower and walk to work using the escalator, blending right in - loving life and eating all things wonderful. Now I live here. And I see this very building from my window.. Is that weird?! I think so. Careful what you wish for.
So I dreamed up this cat. He was super cute. He would be spatially challenged, walk into things and would bump his head. He would be so noisy that we could have a conversation in meow. He would always be a little overweight and be so happy and purring in my arms when I carried him. Only in my dreams he was totally grey and he was called Moose-y - but I called him Bo Bo for fun.
Careful what you wish for.
I wished I would work for a practice where my opinion mattered. Where I would be entrusted with huge tasks. Go to meetings by myself and say things that were important. I wished for site experience. I wanted to build a building fresh out of uni. I wished for a girl desk friend that was funny and would laugh at my 16yr old virgin American boy humour.
The project will be completed in 2017 and she's awesome.
I won't go into too much soppy detail about my other half, but I will say, he's more than what I wished for in every way. I just wish I'd wished for a desert lover so I would feel less like a humongous fatty because I 'need' pudding after every meal. Ugh.
So now I'm wishing for a new set of things. As my life is settling into place in my mid (to late - ugh) twenties, I'm dreaming up the next chapters of my life. I love my life, and sometimes I'm so grateful to the world for making my wishes come true, grateful with every wonton, every steamed bun, every wonderous Hong Kong street corner that I turn and I fall more in love with this city. But sometimes, I think, why didn't I wish for money? But I already know why, money doesn't make you happy. It's your dreams that make you happy.
So follow your dreams, and be careful what you wish for x