If Only

At the ripe ol' age of 62 I have begun thinking about the things I always wished but never quite had the ability to bring to fruition.  So, in no particular order, I wish . . .

• I could sing with a rock band to a sold-out stadium (and be good).
• I could play my piano well enough to feel encouraged to continue playing.
• I had a good sense of rhythm (see above).
• I didn't always have to fight with myself about my weight.
• My feet weren't so big or ugly.
• My hair had natural body (anything but this straight, limp mess).
• I could be famous for something good.
• I was more generous, loving, and caring instead of being so selfish.
• I could play the drums like Phil Collins.
• I laughed more.
• I would have spent more time with my mother. 
• I never injured my shoulders.
• I learned to swim before I became so afraid of water.
• I lived someplace with a great view of an ocean, forest, and mountain (at the same time).
• My near vision was good enough to not require reading glasses.
• My dogs would live as long as me and we'd all be in great health.
• I hadn't already lived the majority of my life (yet I don't really want to be much younger).
• I would have graduated college early enough to make law school a possibility.
• I was a better friend.
• I didn't cry over TV commercials.

I'm sure there are other things but this is what popped out of my head.  Some of these things can still happen (although realistically probably won't).



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