Ah, twenty . . .

Do you remember being twenty years of age? I have a vague recollection. I know that I have on numerous occasions declared "Oh, to be twenty again." But did I mean it?

The fact of the matter is, I rather like being the age I am now. There are definitely ginormous perks. Wisdom being number one on the list.

There are also un-perks. Like wrinkles, grey hair and needing stronger reading glasses.

I wasn't even twenty years old when Buzz Aldrin walked on the moon in 1969 and yet, now, tonight he is making a different kind of debut on "Dancing With The Stars" as a contestant. It was mind boggling enough to wrap around the idea of a man walking on the moon but there is no way anyone would or could have foretold this pioneer dancing on network television.

Or how about a time when lasers were thought of as too high-tech for the average bear? (I am a child of the James Bond movies and I remember how dangerous they were to one's well-being). Now, I use a small, hand-held laser that my cat, Beauregard chases (happily) around the house. Of course, I am cautious and do not shine the light into his or anyone's else eyes, but today, I marvelled at how casually I was operating a l a s e r.
Eat your heart out now, Henry Blowfelt.

And in numerous romantic ramblings since our marriage, I have waxed poetically to my husband, Don that I wished we had met years ago when we were in our twenties so that we could look forward to and share a longer--and perhaps, more typical--lifetime together. The odds of us finding each other in our twenties and being attracted to each the people we were then, are pretty slim. My belief is that we found each other now precisely because of the rocky roads to maturity and the meanderings that got us to where we are today. But if I were twenty, I would be oh so much more attractive and desirable, yes? And have the world stretched out before us in smiling repose.

Well, thanks to the advent of the similar technology that discovered and uses lasers, there is now computer technology that can also transform our daily lives. I have now become an avid fan and user of the Wii Console Games. In fact, I am on my 65th day of the Wii Fitness program.

This fitness program is making a big difference in my body and my health and I am very committed to the program that the game offers. The programs are well thought out, regulated and very life affirming. I am proud of my dedication and the progress I have made.

My dedication paid off this past week.

Each day, I do the suggested Body Test(s, weigh and have my BMI checked. At the end of the body test results and calculations, the game informs you of your Wii Fit Age based on all those factors. I have worked so hard and did so well that my Wii Fit Age was... (drumroll, please):
20.

Yes, I was once again 20 years old in form.
My mind reeled with thoughts of what that might mean or how I would express my new-found youth.
I could hardly wait to tell Don how lucky he had become because he was now married to a twenty year old babe. Smokin'.

I found myself bouncing around with the mental attitude of what I thought a twenty year old might be like today. But it began to wear thin. I didn't really have the interest to continue my self-induced helium phase of youthiness. I liked the depth of my being and all that I had done and earned to get here.

It was enough of a reward to know that I had been diligent enough in my commitment to fortifying my health for well-being and longevity but I really didn't need to be a chicklette again--even though I know that if I were to become 20 again in the world around me the way that many recent films portray, I would be a force to be reckoned with to be sure.

Just a few days later, Don came in to me to tell me that after his body tests and calculations he was a hot 23 years of age.

Oh my.

Here we are--in our twenties just as we had declared.
We certainly felt exhilarated by the results of our accomplishment but we were also mature enough to know how we really feel about each other has nothing to do with an age or a number. The blessing is being our actual age has the depth of understanding and knowing that what it's really all about is the inner feeling and not the outer experience.

"Fairy tales can come true; it can happen to you..." when you play the Wii.

Comments

Often I dream of time-travel. When we speak of how we wish we had met each other when we were 20 (of course I would have been 22 when you were 20), I wonder how I would have found you? This is all being based on knowing then what I know now. And being the kind of person I have now become.

I got home days before my 20th birthday from Vietnam. Within months of being home my life turned into, what seems now, a whirlwind of events, people, circumstances and obligations. Several of all the above I would not have changed for anything. Others, God forgive me, I would have liked to never had happened, met, seen or experienced.

Who knows, even if I was given the chance to go to California from Michigan and find the women of my dreams, would I had done it? Maybe if I had done so before I graduated from high school? No wait, some of those things after Vietnam were already set in motion even then. Before high school? No, how could a 14 or15 year old get to California on his own in the 60's?

I believe in Divine timing. So, I believe that we met exactly when we were suppose to meet. And because of this, we are happier for it. 50 (soon to be 60) is the new 30 anyway. So we have a long, long life ahead of us my Duchess, thanks to our dedication to health, safety, and life itself. I sooooo look forward to every day with my 20 year old Wii wife. Being Wii 23 is better than it was in real-time 23 for me. The event, people and circumstances I experienced along the way made me, and you, who we are today.

The Duchess and The Don were together before this life and will be together after this life. Time and age are not relevant anyway. I loved you then, I love you now, and I will love you when you are 120 (Wii or otherwise) too.

The Don

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