If a Genie Gave Me Three Wishes

If a genie appeared and offered me three wishes, I do not think I would ask for the things people usually ask for. Not money. Not things. Not endless success. None of those things fix the parts of my life that have actually shaped a person.

My first wish would be clarity.

Not the kind that comes after years of damage. Real clarity. The ability to see people exactly as they are the first time they show themselves. No rationalizing their behavior. No explaining away red flags. No hoping they will become something they have never shown themselves capable of being. Just the truth, early enough that I could choose differently.

My second wish would be peace in my nervous system.

The kind of peace that does not come and go depending on who I am dealing with or what chaos someone else creates. A steady calm. A life where I do not feel like I am constantly bracing for the next emotional disruption or trying to recover from the last one. A body and mind that are not always in survival mode over thriving.

My third wish would be to have the right people in my life.

Not perfect people. Just people who are emotionally mature, accountable, and capable of respect. People who do not drain the life out of the room. People who do not require constant explaining or emotional labor just to reach basic understanding. People who know how to show up, communicate, and care in a way that feels stable ans safe instead of exhausting.

I have spent much of my life learning how to survive difficult people and difficult situations after the fact. If I could ask for anything, it would not be more endurance.

It would be a life where I no longer need it.