IT STARTED WITH A MISSING SPREADSHEET. A solitary missing Excel file that had me pulling my hair and pouting. The screen of my Dell was very unsympathetic as it glared back at me, and I began wishing with everything I had for that document.

I began wishing, but I didn’t stop there. I wished for more things, like perfect year round weather, wavy hair, more fluffy skirts, an alarm clock without a snooze button. I dreamed of confidence, motivation to finish school, determination to finish hanging the photos of my house. I hoped to one day have a custom blog layout, Photoshop and a nicer camera – or just better photography skills in general. I longed for the words to describe my life accurately, words that would enable readers to step into my shoes and see what I see, hear what I hear, feel what I feel.

It’s not so much feelings of inadequacy or unhappiness, because I’m confident in who I am and happy with how things are. It is simply just wanting to experience more out of life. I want to run, jump, dance, and sing when the mood hits me. I want to photograph and write about every single moment of this life. I don’t want to take the little things for granted.

And I’ll admit. I have a phrase that is mine.

Yes mine.

I Googled it.

And it is,

{If wishes were fishes, I’d need a bigger fish bowl}

It’s true you know. I could fill up an entire ten gallon tank with the aspirations I have for my family and friends alone. But it was in that moment when I was longing the most, the moment when my heart almost hurt with desire for all those dreams to come true, that I realized all I had to do was one of two things:

Invest in particular fish – as fish will grow to the size of the tank when given room.

Or…

Buy a bigger fish bowl.

Me? I think I’ll do both.