Driving home today I glanced at the clock and noticed it was 5:55, one of those rare times that open up the universe to the gifts of wishing. At 5:55, I was entitled to 5 wishes - the most you could hope for, and in that instant it made no difference to me at all. Where I would usually create a frantic whirlwind of wishfulness - desperate to finish my list before the time changed to 5:56, I instead found myself mindful of the gifts I have been given and turned my 5 wishes into 5 statements of gratitude. If intention is about believing in what you want, believing it is what you have, then I wouldn't need wishes to make things happen because they already are happening in my life. What is left, is gratitude.

I smiled, and as I turned down the stretch of tall ancient oaks on Errol Parkway I whispered my gratitude to the universe: for my health, my ongoing happiness, my prosperity, the abundance I have been given, and the relationships that mean so much.

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