Sometimes I just wish.

Wishing well is difficult.

What if the very act of wishing was at the root of your pain and stuckness?
What if all it took to be more comfortable in who you are, was to stop wishing in such broad strokes.

I wish I would lose 20 pounds as I reach into the fringe for ice-cream .

When people wish like that they are unconsciously hoping for magic. Wishing the walk-in closet to be magically created and filled with clothes without having to do anything. This is a wish that pisses into the wind. All magic comes at a cost, and that cost is disappointment and depression.

Take it from a long time wisher the practice doesn’t take you anywhere and may even create the pain you are hoping to wish a way.

I wish I had confidence,
I wish I was happy
I wish I wasn’t born.

None of these wishes can take you anywhere except into despair
As long as you wish for confidence you will never have confidence. It’s a knot that the more you loosen the tighter it gets.

A wish for happiness takes you out of the movement and it is only in the movement that happiness can be experienced.

The wish to never having been born is an excuse to avoid the moment.
The truth is that the more pain we run from the more pain we feel.

The next time you catch yourself wishing, stop, and take a breath. Ask yourself what you are really asking for? Be as specific as you can so that you might identify a targets that you can actually aim and achieve. Small steps, achievable steps.

Just stopping can be enough to open the eyes to the actual opportunities of the movement, or at worst prevent you from falling into the dark bottomless hole of wishing that is despair.