Oh, the hypocrisy that is me… We’ve been down this road before, haven’t we?
I wish I were a published author. I guess I should submit something I’ve written to an agent or publisher. I wish I were less lazy. I wish I were more motivated.
I wish I were a better writer. I guess I should take some classes and attend some workshops and conferences. I wish I were richer. I wish I were able to justify the expense.
I wish I were paid more for my 9-5 job. (Okay, it’s actually 7 – 4, but you understand.) I guess I should look for ways to advance my career. I wish I were in a more stable industry. I wish I were more dedicated to my work.
I wish I were no longer living in California. I guess I should try to find a job in a different state to facilitate the moving process. I wish I were capable of predicting the future. I wish I were able to see a silver lining here on the silver strand.
I wish I were more confident. I guess I should be happy with what I’ve achieved so far in my life and the path I am on. And I am. I have a college degree, a good job, a beautiful wife, a good little condo, two crazy kitties, and a child on the way. I’ve travelled, I’ve learned, I’ve loved. I wish I had all the answers. I wish it were that simple.
I wish I weren’t such a hypocrite.
Written in response to this week’s writing challenge: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2012/10/29/weekly-writing-challenge-i-wish-i-were/