Is it too much to ask?

Is it too much to ask...

That I catch a break or even a breath?

That my winning number is drawn and I get the concert tickets or have my photo taken on the red carpet?

That I get the invite to meet the girls for dinner at that new, posh spot where half the fun is spying who wore what, said what and did what?

Or the call to see the movie everyone is anticipating and discuss it over wine and an outdoor fire pit later?

Maybe even to share a hotel room in paradise and have the vacation I never got to when I was supposed to be young and carefree?

That I am on someone’s “A” list and not the afterthought and, “Oh, I should have invited you,” list?

That I be the love interest, center of attention, Tiara-Wearing Goddess, even if only for one night instead of just inside my own consciousness?

That I be the one who’s treasured, envied, emblazoned upon the hearts and minds of others enough to be actively remembered?

That I be happy with the freckles, grays and extra pounds stress and life’s lovely way of choosing some of us more heartily for challenges have inflicted upon me?

Is it too much to ask of you, the universe, and of every cell in my body?

Am I asking too much?