I want to drive on roads with no traffic. And if I do pass someone, I want them to wave out the open window of their pickup truck.

I want to be able to apply eyeliner like a pro, not like a left handed raccoon.

I want to be able to do all the yoga without quivering.

I want to live in an old house in an old city on the ocean with a widow’s walk, though I am no widow. Although I sometimes feel like one.

I want to always work at an honest job. I want to keep the one I have.

I want to grow things and tend to them with my hands. Tomatoes, aloe, squash. Lilies. Okra.

I want to sleep without dreaming.

I want to listen to good music and lay in the grass and watch the clouds and hunt for four-leaf clovers all afternoon and not wear shoes at all.

I want people to adore my accent, always. I want to be called Amelia by people who love me.

I want to go on a trip and not come back until I feel rested and healed.

I want to eat cupcakes every day.

I want to ride fast horses and read good books and have the softest bath towels in three counties.

I want my glasses to stay put.

I want to admire trees the rest of my days, and listen to wind chimes and not the honking of cars.

I want barbeque sauce to come in squirt bottles.

I want honest, heartfelt conversation. Or I want silence.

I want an indoor pool with lots of plants and a banana tree.

I want a man who has the ability to fix almost anything and will. I want a man who loves southern cooking and who is content with what I have to give.

I want a parrot, and somebody to clean up after it.

I want time to read all my books and write all my stories.

I want to have a discernable waistline and a bra that doesn’t require me to tug at the straps five times a day.

I want more shoes.

I want to be able to tell instantly whether someone intends to take advantage of my heart or to handle it like the last snowflake to ever fall.

I want the abstract oil painting at the library.

I want to listen to good music and sing along to it with the top down and a scarf around my hair like I’m a celebrity going back to her roots.

I want my dog to stop farting.

I want a new floor for the kitchen and a stainless steel refrigerator to go in it. I also want somebody to come paint this closet so I don’t have to.

I want to stay healthy enough to have material wants like most of these.

I want y’all to have what you want, too.

I want to hit the mega millions Powerball so we can all have it.

I want all the promises of Heaven.

But for now, I’ll just do what I can.