Tonight, on my 41st birthday, I have no cake and candles to blow out, but I can still make a birthday wish. One wish. Hmm. Better make it a good one. Better make it wish-a-licious. What makes it wish-a-licious? It’s ability to satisfy.
What is the most satisfying wish you can think of? Ponder that for a moment while I tell you about my week…
For the past week we have had sub-zero temperatures. That always makes me cranky. I live in an apartment above a carport (which I like because it keeps the snow off my car) but the cold air radiates up through the floor. I placed a thermometer sensor on the floor and it read 37 degrees. I sleep on an air mattress on the floor and I nearly get hypothermia in my own bed. Yesterday temperatures warmed and last night a pipe burst in the floor of my apartment. Water gushed out of the ceiling in the entryway below for two hours before we got someone to turn off the water.
What’s the most satisfying thing I can wish for? There’s no point in wishing for material things because those things won’t make me happy. I could wish for a change in circumstances, but that won’t necessarily make me happy either. Instead, I can wish for a change in me that will help me be more content, despite circumstances. I’d like to wish for a new place to live, but my lease goes through May, so for now I’ll have to wish for a better sense of humor to help me cope with my circumstances. This morning the flood waters had turned to ice. Not many people have an indoor ice rink in their apartment building.
So for my birthday I wish for a sense of humor. Those of you who know me already know that I have a quirky sense of humor, but sometimes I let tough circumstances get under my skin instead of finding the humor in them.
Laughter warms the heart. For my birthday, you can wish me laughter and a warm heart (warm hands and feet are nice, too).




