I wish I were a morning person.
I wish I went to bed on time.
I wish all my jokes were funny.
I wish I read faster and remembered more.
I wish I journaled every day like I always say I will.
I wish I knew more about fine wine.
I wish I were able to dwell in a constant state of inspiration and gratitude.
I wish I didn’t get stains on every white shirt I owned.
I wish I had more safe places to be honest and that more people felt safe being honest with me.
I wish I were a better communicator.
I wish I told better stories.
I wish I didn’t live in a polarized, partisan society.
I wish I could confront all the little pains and insecurities inside myself rather than avoiding them.
I wish I could ride a bicycle without feeling like a poser.
I wish critics (real or imaginary) didn’t keep me from doing daring things.
I wish I were better.