I wish that I took the opportunity to read more.
Not just when I'm in the middle of an incredible series that I can't put down...
I wish I would initiate the reading more.
I bet I would find myself carrying books around all the time (and actually reading them) if I would just open them and take the time to take the plunge.
I wish that I took the time to write more.
Honestly, I believe I am supposed to.
My lack of follow-through here seems a lot like disobedience to me these days...
I wish that I would be brave enough to stop avoiding the blank page.
I wish that I would just jump in and let the words flow.
I need to.
I want to.
I wish I didn't miss things.
You know, the things that you just let pass you by because you just aren't being present.
I want to be fully alive in every moment.
I want my eyes to be clear, my vision broad and sharp...
I want to breathe in deeply and feel the power and gentleness of the air that fuels my lungs...
I wish I didn't miss what's in front of me because I won't stop looking back.
I wish I didn't get so distracted.
So then, wake up!
Why bother with wishing... all of these things are as they are by my choosing.
Perhaps it is time I stop choosing so poorly.