“Are there any other languages you wish you could speak?”
I wish I had kept up with my French, which I could read, if not speak, rather adeptly in college but immediately forgot after graduation day.
I wish I could progress more quickly in Spanish. I pick up a few more words and verbs every month, but I’m still a few years away from telling my mother-in-law “Ay dios mio, suegra, get the hell out of mi cocina, go sit down. Si, I will make you una nueva vasijo de cafe, at dessert. How much have you had today? Isn’t this is like your third pot of coffee. No mas cafe. Baby, derrama tu mamá otro vaso de vino!”
"What is your favorite hour of your typical weekday?" My typical weekday involves waking up tired, drinking too much coffee, standing for 8 hours at my soulcrushing job, eating dinner too late, and trying to fall asleep. The best of this is the time I get to drink coffee.
"What do you wish you spent more time doing?"
Anyone who knows about my insomnia would probably guess sleeping. Honestly, though, I get enough sleep. Sure, I can go for days and days on just a few hours, and I being to feel still and weak and nervous, but even then I know I’ll fall asleep eventually, and in the meantime I catch up on reading, or housework. What I really, really wish I could dedicate more time to is cooking. It is the only thing, the real, true, only thing, that I always enjoy. And there is a new focaccia recipe I am dying to try.