I don’t have wishlists in hopes that someone will make that wish come true. Instead, what i have is a Stuff-I-Will-End-Up-Buying-For-Myself list. Through the years, I’ve learned a lot of lessons when it come to wish listing and yes, I’ve taken the liberty of listing them here.
Lesson #1: You never really get what’s on your list from someone else. You want something, you might as well go all out and get it yourself.
Lesson #2: You never get everything on your wish list on or before Christmas. Seriously. You could get SOME if not all of them by let’s say, July…yes that’s realistic. Unless you own Google or you’re the daughter of Steve Jobs or you are the heir to half of the islands floating in the Caribbean.
Lesson #3: Why would you wish to own a pet Penguin or pet Panda? Or why wish to fly to the moon and back? Or be 10 sizes smaller so you can fit in that LBD you’ve been eyeing for ages? Lemme give you a big, friendly slap *big, friendly slap* You wide awake now? Why don’t you Adopt a puppy or a kitten instead, get yourself a framed picture of a Full Moon and go ahead and enroll in a gym to lose those pounds. You’re welcome.
But lessons or not, there is definitely something wistful about making wishlists. Whether you write them just so you can have something to look forward to, or just because you’re one of those believers that when you put your mind into it and own what you wished for, that they will all come true for you.
I am the sort who makes wishlists just so I have something to look forward to. I am goal-oriented. I look at my list and instead of seeing stuff, what I see are goals and my savings account going ka-ching, ka-ching.
So without further ado, here is my 2012 Stuff-I-Will-End-Up-Buying-For-Myelf list. Dun-dun-dun-duuuuuuuuunnnnnnn…..
