Some of my great-grandparents were tall, and so I could dream, right?
I’ve always wished I were a little more graceful. I also used to wish I were six feet tall (not impossible, since I have some tall people in my family) and had brown hair and brown eyes (impossible, with my genes). I remember telling a brown-eyed brunette classmate that, and she admitted she wanted red hair like mine.
Sometimes we’re not satisfied with what we have. But as Sheryl Crow sang in “Soak Up the Sun,” “It’s not having what you want / It’s wanting what you’ve got.”
Our culture encourages us not only to want more, but also to want to be someone we’re not.
How often do we wish we were taller, athletic, artistic or musical? Sure, we can take lessons to try to develop or build on our skills, but some things will only ever be…
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