I wish that cooking came naturally to me.
I wish that I was quiet. Able to hide what I'm thinking. Or maybe just to think less about things that don't really matter. Like why women wear knee highs to church. And it's not because "they're not going to show." If I can tell that they're knee highs, they are SHOWING.
I wish that when I finally got into a habit and worked out consistently (for 3 months now), I actually saw results.
I wish that I didn't care about results.
I wish that I knew how to do nothing. And like it.
I wish I could draw. And had cuter handwriting. And could use a pencil without the sound of the graphite scratching across the paper make me want to vomit.
I wish that I knew how to teach my children to play the piano. My approach of "Just look at what the music tells you to do and do it" hasn't been too successful.
I wish that I knew where the fine line is between being permissive and choosing my battles.
I wish that I could show my husband affection even when I'm thoroughly irritated.
I wish I didn't get thoroughly irritated so much.
I wish that what worked for one child would work for them all.
I wish I understood the difference between trying to better myself and being selfish.
Between ambition and not being happy with what I've already been blessed with.
Between being content and being lazy and not going outside my comfort zone.
Oh yeah, and shorter. Don't forget that. Cute and petite. Tall and curvy is totally overrated.