Sometimes I spend too much time wishing my life was different. I don't have a bad life, it is just not what I planned when I was ten years old. I am living in Southern California wishing for snow and cold. I have a perfect little home that I rent but am wishing for one that I own. My job is about as good as it gets, but I want a change. I have two cats but want a dog. What is wrong with me? Why am I refusing to see my blessings and focusing instead on things I can't change?