When you wish on a shooting star, you’re wishing on a grain of space dust. The wish was always yours to make happen.

The streak overhead is a speck of dust burning up, with no interest in you whatsoever. That does not make wishing pointless, it just locates the power accurately. The only machinery that can deliver what you asked for is you, over the next few months, in steps too small to feel like magic.

Take whatever you would wish for and write the first move beside it, something possible this week. Wishing is a good way of finding out what you actually want, as long as you treat the answer as a list of jobs.