I’ve got a pile of papers, clippings, magazine articles of places to go sitting on my dining room table. I always have a single pile of papers in my household, whether it was in business school or here now, or even at work. A pile of stuff.
I’m sifting through tonight, trying to cleanse. Every once in a while, I cleanse. I came across this letter to myself. I wish I’d dated it. It was written in either 2008 or the year before. I suspect it was last year.
Ask, Believe, Receive
I want a boyfriend I love. Someone who loves me back. I want someone I can call every night, someone I enjoy spending time with, someone I’m proud of.
I want my next boyfriend to believe that I am the most amazing person ever, that I’m his life partner, that we should be married.
I believe that all of this will come true this year. I believe that I’ve already met this person. I believe that everything will work out.
Then I signed my name with a heart.
The part about already meeting this person was wrong, but otherwise, my wish out to the universe came true!