Teaching in America, I was surprised to see on the first day of school a wish list placed on the board by the teachers.
On it they would place all the items they wished for their classroom, but did not have the money to buy.
Coming from a private school in Sydney I was really surprised. I always had more than enough supplies in my room and money to buy them with. I found it quite shocking that teachers had to ask parents to help stock the room.
It soon grew on me and I learned that Americans, well at least in the South, have an attitude of helping one another. It was never a problem for a parent to buy a tissue box, or a couple of text books, or even donating a few hundred dollars to help you out. They knew that eventually their children would get the benefits, as would all the students.
My mind is always busy creating my own wish list. Things that I am dying to have but for whatever reason are not arriving. I have been learning recently that in life you really need to put yourself out there and put your hand up for things.
If you don’t ask you don’t receive.
I thought I would write out my wish list. Not because I want anyone to give me the items, like the parents of my fifth grade class did, but because I believe once you let the Universe know what you want, it starts to stir the ingredients of magic together, and they soon start arriving.
You just don’t know who knows who, or who might not realize what you want, but can easily get it to you. You gotta speak up.
Sometimes, the wish lists in our head just aren’t a strong enough command.
My Wish List
- A US green card, or some sort of sponsorship that allows us to live and work there.
- Our own house with a backyard, 3 bedrooms and an office.
- A nice family car- a 4WD or van.
- A personal stylist- for real, I have no style
- A personal trainer
- A blog redesign for Mojito Mother and y Travel Blog- fully functional, branded across all platforms, and fast.
- A personal assistant
- The ability to outsource all the work I hate doing
- a maid
- a Thai chef
- Monthly massages, facials and chiropratic visits
Ah, my life is complete.
I don’t want much do I?