A birthday wish takes one breath. Making it happen takes the whole year after.

Wishing is the cheapest part of wanting something. It costs one breath and feels briefly like action, and then the year arrives and asks for the unglamorous version: the practice, the shifts, the money set aside. The wish is the headline and the year is the article almost nobody reads.

Write down what you would wish for if you got the chance tomorrow. Underneath it, write the first dull step, and do that step before Sunday. Keep both on the same page so the distance between them stays in front of you.