Every now and then I like to write a wish list. It’s good to have something to aspire to.

1. I want to write for a television show or for film. My dream is to entertain people for a living.

2. I want to be successful enough that my parents and brothers don’t have to worry about money.

3. I want to have a family and a home. Now, you know I’m not the suburban/desperate housewife type–I don’t even know how to iron or cook–but I am looking forward to having little wee ones to look after. To care for someone other than myself.

4. I want to travel to at least two countries I haven’t been to by the time I’m 30.

5. I want to learn how to make the perfect steak frites

6. And the last one I’m keeping to myself.

I wrote another wish list a couple of years ago and this is what I wished for:

1. I want to write a play and have it produced in New York

2. I want to go to Europe

3. I want to fall in love

4. I want someone to fall in love with me.

And guess what? Each wish came true.