Friday, August 2

I’ve been staring at this “About me” poster I made in the first grade. It’s been mounted on my bedroom wall for nearly a decade and some of the marker has faded over time. There’s a section that you can barely read now—My three wishes…

I wish all the sick people are healthy
I wish all the poor people are rich
I wish that everyone would be happy

I realize that my six year old self had more succinct convictions than I do at twenty-three.