All that is standing between me and my dream job is a working magic wand. If I had a magic wand (ok, and a cool pair of wings too) then I could be a fairy godmother. I could spend my days healing sick children, easing the pain of the elderly, reuniting lost loved ones, absolving those wracked with guilt, returning to health those struck down in their prime by the cruel onslaught of disease, bringing food to the hungry, providing shelter to those stuck out in the cold... All with just a wave of my wand. And once I'd done that I could even dole out the occasional pair of glass slippers for an awkward, gangly 13 year old sure she'll never get to go to the ball.
No more cancer. No more autism. No more asbestosis. No more Alzheimer's. No more mental illness. No more SPD. No more depression. No more anxiety. No more.
So many in pain. So many in need. And no way to make it better. No kisses can make those booboos go away.
If I could have any job in the world, it would surely be fairy godmother.
I'm going to go kiss my husband and children now, and yes, it's been a hard week.