"There is no use trying, said Alice; one can't believe impossible things. I dare say you haven't had much practice, said the Queen. When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast." ~ Lewis Carroll What six impossible things do you believe in?

I won’t deny it, the first reading of this question struck an absurd chord with me. Belief in the impossible? Like Alice, I had trouble letting go and falling down that rabbit hole into Wonderland, allowing my imagination to take flight. But then it occurred to me that belief in the impossible actually creates the possible. And suddenly I could easily list more than just the requisite six items. So here goes, my impossible list:

• I am no longer in debt—all long-term bills have been paid off. Ahhh… such freedom!
• My decisions from now on will all be aimed at taking risks and introducing change rather than focused on fear and maintaining the status quo.
• I will find a way to make a difference in someone else’s life every day.
• My as yet unwritten novel will be published.
• I will quit the job in the toxic environment and have the time to write, enjoy nature, and do a physical activity (biking, hiking,swimming) every day I want to.
• I have a long, long list of books I want to read and musicians I’d like to see in concert and one by one, I will check off the books and bands on the list. All the while, of course, adding more to these never-ending lists.
• OK, this one’s important. All friends and family members of my choosing will leave their respective abodes from different locations across the U.S. and move to either a row of colorful beachfront homes, or a row of rustic lakeside mountain cabins (exactly location as yet to be determined; I’m flexible that way). There will always be someone with whom to chat, bike, hike, exercise, craft, or attend said concerts above whenever the mood strikes.
• And since we’re on the beach or at the lake, I will have the opportunity to wiggle my toes in white sand whenever I feel the urge, and look terrific in a bikini while doing so. (After all, this IS believing in the impossible!)

Wow, I feel invigorated and happier already, just thinking of all those cool “impossibilities”—or are they?