You have three magic genie wishes, what are you asking for?

Dearest Gentle Reader,

Gather close and lend your most scandal-hungry ears, for today’s tidings are not of ballroom betrayals nor midnight rendezvous.

No — they are far juicier.

They concern a certain lady of our society, a woman whose wit is as sharp as her eyeliner wing and whose life, though besieged by chaos, continues to glitter with hope and determination.

Let it be known that beneath her confident stride and audacious humor lie three most profound desires — wishes whispered to the universe when no one is listening… except perhaps your authors spirit guide.

Wish the First: To Finally Arrive at the Promised Land of “Everything is Okay”

While others long for diamonds or dukes, your authors longs for something far more elusive — STABILITY.

Imagine: bills paid without summoning dark magic, joy that doesn’t crumble under anxiety’s boot, and success that feels deserved rather than borrowed. A life not merely survived, but savored — now that is the true societal treasure.

Wish the Second: For Her Loved Ones to Rise Higher Than the Heights She Climbed

Plainly put, your authors heart beats not for herself alone.

No, her dreams are stitched into the future of those she loves — children who will know comfort, safety, and the luxury of believing the world was designed in their favor. She would move mountains, bribe royalty, and duel destiny with a butter knife if it meant her family might live freer than she ever could.

Wish the Third: To Be Seen Without Speaking

(A most delicious wish indeed.)

Since birth, this lady has translated her soul into words, laughter, and unrequested competence — yet still, some fail to see her. Truly see her. She yearns for that rare connection where explanation is unnecessary, where someone understands the humor that hides the hurt, the strength built from scars, and the fierce loyalty lurking behind every “I’m fine.”

And though this middle aged swamp troll should never traffic in sentiment, I dare confess a suspicion: There is a secret fourth wish..

To lay down her burdens at last — and dance.

Dance in a life successful built, unbothered by survival, unshaken by doubt, held by love as steadfast as my own.

So let the ton whisper what they may: the government is still shut down, adulting is overrated, people fucking suck and it’s about to be the most miserable time of the year.

Cheers to the dumpster fire that is this Tuesday!

❤️TTA