Recently, I made a list of everything I wanted in The Universe; it ranged from world peace and happy kids to a Proenza Schouler black PS1 bag. (And the above black plissé Martin Margiela dress - oh yes, look closely at those hot pleats.) My point, is that I believe that acknowledgement is the key to accepting the terms of life: if we acknowledge that there are things we lack, want, need, than the unwavering to-do, to-get lists do not seem so daunting or ridiculous or jealousy-inducing: we address, we lament, and we might even appreciate what we do have...then, we move on.

Yes. I want to wear head-to-toe Marni, live in an eclectically chic and massive labyrinth of an apartment, have a partner who is a cross between Gerard Butler and Ernest Hemingway, vices and all, well, not really, and have my children outlive me ten-times-over...and oh! I also want a charming black and tan Dachshund named "Pascal". But, the most important thing in my life is health: physical, emotional, mental and spiritual health. And in the throes of life's dramas, wants, and needs, I must say that I am both shocked and impressed that I unflinchingly, unequivocally, listed health as the number one priority. Health is wealth.