I wish I could go to Paris.
I wish I could eat without worrying about my thighs.
I wish I could come up with a big book idea.
I wish I could write beautiful prose to do a big book justice.
I wish I could turn off the computer for a week and not worry and wonder.
I wish I looked cute in a short, summery dress.
I wish I was 17 again, water skiing on the lake with cute boys without a care in the world.
I wish it was easier to make new friends.
I wish I could turn off my brain...