You know how people always say “be careful what you wish for… you might get it”?

Well, many years ago I decided to do just that – to be careful what I wished for.

And to see if I could get it.

I wished I could be happy, deep down in my bones okay with who I was, where I had come from and where I was going, instead of just going with the flow as I always had.

I wished for a career that would be challenging and fulfilling, instead of a job that more than paid the bills but made me dread the dawn of each new day.

I wished to be closer to my family, to genuinely connect and have a solid relationship with my parents and siblings, instead of merely going through the motions.

I wished for good mental health, instead of allowing the fear of too much or too little self control consume my life decisions.

And most of all I wished to love and be loved, as my true self for the very first time.

I wished.

And I worked.

I hurt, I tried, I doubted, I dreamed.

I lost and found my way over and over.

More than a decade has passed.

Each and every one of my wishes came true.

Now I’m working on some new wishes, and I know those wishes will come true too.

Because I will adjust, adapt and persevere, knowing that being open to compromise makes me open to life.

And life is good.