If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

My inability to have romantic relationships.

To be taller. I’ve been looking up at certain people all my life. If I was taller, I could look down and see them a lot better.

My weight, but I’m working on it. I will return!

My inability to have a long-term intimate relationship.

First of all, I’d like to stop complaining—I’m beginning to annoy myself. I would like to learn to read faster, however. Again, the rest I’ve learned to live with.

I wish I were braver, although I try. I work too hard and don’t play enough. Too much work ethic, not enough “fun.”

Convince myself that walking two miles a day isn’t boring.

I am the way I am, and I can’t change that. Why even think about it?

I would like to be less impulsive.

I would talk slower. When I hear myself interviewed sometimes it sounds like I’m running an auction.

My laziness. Not in work-related matters, but social laziness. Thank-you letters, organization, that sort of thing.

I would laugh more. I don’t laugh enough.

I’d be more patient, which I didn’t consider a virtue until right this moment.

My inability to keep track of personal possessions.

If I could change one thing about myself, it would be to change the idea that I should change something about myself.

I would be a better, faster, and more faithful writer of letters and e-mails, and returner of phone calls.

Thinking that I am not enough or not beautiful the way I am. That thinking is super-dangerous.

My dyslexia. Or my inability to learn another language.

I’d like to increase my brain’s computing speed.

A little more self-confidence wouldn’t hurt.