I wish I had a genie who came in a bottle. Three wishes. That's all I need, I say. Three not so big wishes. Genies are make believe I remind myself.
I wish I had a lucky rabbit's foot. The small soft pink kind. That's all I need. One small fluffy rabbit's foot to carry with me always.
I wish I had a four leaf clover with no brown edges. The really lucky kind.
The next time I am feeling blue and all around me I see happy face scenes moving about without me in them, I will tell myself, "It is okay even if at this moment it does not feel totally okay."
And then I shall create my own scene. This scene. I will myself to that window while silently cursing the fog that has settled on it. I ignore it, refusing to lay my beautiful hands any where near it. I look past the fog straight into the mosaic courtyard of my life. I demand to see sunshine. I call forth the sunbeams, pushing aside the heavy murk. I step aside into the clearing.
Now I stand there in a scene of my making, I throw my hands into the air, throw back my weightless head, puff out my mighty chest, close my radiant eyes and I yell upward from within my beautiful self, "Thank you! Thank you!! Thank you!!! I need look no further than here."
I really made a scene.