Hello my fabulous friends and fellow authors,
My confessional this week deals with wishes. When I was growing up, I used to wish on the stars and dream big. Now that I’m an adult, I find myself wishing less and less. I’d like to bring back the fun of my youth, and the imagination and wistfulness.
Here are the rules:
You can’t wish for more wishes 
You can’t wish to be a millionaire
Those sum it up. Anything else goes. You have one wish – One PERSONAL wish. What would you wish for?
I'm a mother, a wife, a reader, reviewer and a writer. I eat lots of chocolate, drink lots of ice coffee, and swear like a trucker with road rage. I'm a Virgo -- and I'm sometimes too honest. I can be over-emotional, and a tad crazy. You've been warned.
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I would wish to become a successful author. I don’t need to be stinking rich because of it but just to become successful and be able to quit my day job would be wonderful.
That would be wonderful
My wish, at this moment in time…
I would wish to be happy. Day in, and day out.
I always wanted to be a professional athlete. I love competition. The idea of being one of the best in world. Playing in front of thousands of people. The pressure and excitement are so appealing to me. My top choices would be soccer, football, basketball, running (distance), and bowling (candle pin).
Being a professional athlete would be awesome and amazing. Adoring fans, mega-money, and the drive it would require to maintain that level of intensity would be all consuming. Good Choice.