This Is What I Wish For…

Dear Universe,

Today I walked into the kitchen and caught that the time on the microwave was 11:11. And yeah, I’m a bit nutty, but even I don’t believe in making wishes on 11:11.

However, I’m a little down today. There’s been lots of shit going on, all culminating in my daughters revealing that they have spoken to her (the other woman) on Facetime multiple times despite an agreement with dad that they would not meet her before I met her first (an agreement which I agreed – very reasonably and nicely – to drop so they could meet her in-person tomorrow).

So yeah. I’m feeling betrayed. Taken advantage of. Off. Like I have zero say over my life. Again. As usual. Whatever you want to call it.

And then 11:11. Maybe today was a day for wishing.

But you know what, Universe? I couldn’t decide what the hell to even wish for. The list was too long. So long that I couldn’t prioritize one single thing before the time ticked over to 11:12.

Maybe I’m a sad, whiney, broken-to-the-bone pain in the ass who just needs to be more grateful for what I have. I should be that spiritual guru who writes letters to the Universe AND is just so appreciative of every little thing in life that she couldn’t possibly wish for more even if given the opportunity.

Maybe. Or maybe I’m only human.

So Universe, in case you’re still taking requests, this only human would like to officially register a wish for any of the following:

– Respect

– Agency

– Companionship

– The ability to trust other people

– The ability to trust myself

– To be chosen

– My body back to the way it was

– Capacity to tolerate overstimulation better

– Capacity to tolerate everything better

– Direction

– Clarity on my true purpose

– The house to sell ASAP

– Financial stability that doesn’t drain me

– A partridge in a pear tree (which honestly would just make me smile and that’s something worth wishing for, too)

Surprise me, Universe. You always do.

XO – Bailee

July 13, 2026