I always hope for good health. There are some things I actively do to try to achieve it, and I also leave some of it up to the hope that by chance my health will seemingly majically be better.
I hope I can sell my house for at least as much as it cost me to build it. Nothing I can really do to affect that.
I hope my husband’s next career move will make him very happy and give him the flexibility to work from home a lot. All I can do is support him in his career ambitions. I guess I could go back to work full time and lesson his financial burden to the household, but I don’t think it really would make a difference, because his pursuit of career and happiness is independent of me, even though sometimes he says it isn’t.
I hope I lose ten pounds by the end of the month. I’m not doing enough to make it happen unfortunately.