The list of a 1000 wishes.

Being 16 and part of the Great Five (group of girls bounded together with the purest form of cosmic friendship) I’ve asked them to imagine their life in five years.

My vision included skyping with them every Friday over a late, right after my class in screenwriting, sitting in the Central Park.

Over the years a load have happened and somehow we managed to put chick before dicks and that’s why it’s just so that we’ve simply drifted apart.

Well, I’m 21 now and instead of conference call, I skype with only one of them, not on a particular day, but when we need each other. Not form outdoorsy Manhattan location, but usually from my almost-in-London bed. Oh, and I’m getting a degree in the whole filmmaking not just screenwriting.

My point is dreams do come true, just not the exact way we expect them to.  I personally love sinking into those seemingly unrealistic scenarios. And I love it when one’s eyes light up and shine when even the slightest chance to make it real appears.

My housemate once dismissed the “Dreams come true” as Disney logic, and I do wish that was appropriate. Then we would be provided with Fairy God Mather’s an magic spells every step of the way. I wish I had some shortcuts to get where I want to be in the next 5 years.

 (Professional Nomad moving from one film set to another, often half way through the world and scribbling bestsellers on the airplanes.)

The truth is painfully prosaic –working hard towards the goal makes you reach it. Nothing supernatural involved.

The most liberating thing I’ve done in a really long time was starring a list of 1000 wishes. Me – professional dreamer couldn’t come up with more than 200 yet.

But I’m still trying and my eyes get brighter and brighter every day.

Scarlett Johansson as Cinderella by Annie Leibovit