The Time Traveler's Wish

Got my first Rebel Reminder, the one to remind me to go see The Time Traveler’s Wife.  And, here’s a shocker… still haven’t gotten around to see it yet.  I really want to see this movie. Time traveling is thoroughly interesting to me.  Just like everyone else I am sure, I wish I could travel through time.  Pop back into the past, pop ahead into the future.  Most of the time, I wish this for noble reasons.  For example, some of the top moments on my list would include popping to:

• circa 30 AD to meet Jesus, hang out with him and his followers, see what the whole Mary thing was really all about. 
• summer of 1776 to stop our founding fathers from writing “We the people in order to form a perfect union.”  I am sure I could convince them, even as a woman, that there is no such thing as more perfect.
• April 14th 1910 to let those idiots know there’s a significant iceberg up ahead. (although I debate this one now and again. As much as I would love to save all those lives, Titanic is on of my favorite guilty pleasure movies.)
• circa 1900 to push Hitler in front of his school bus or something like that to be rid of him for good before he did any bad.
• circa 350 B.C. to have a long chat with Plato, disguised as a horny Greek school boy, of course.

There are many more, and like I said, most of them are rooted in noble and meaningful reasons.  But every so often, I would just love to pop back in time to an event in my own life.

Take last week, after sitting at my desk in front of a computer all day.  My neck hurt, my back hurt, my legs hurt.  Stiff, stiff, stiff.   I thought back to when I was dating this guy in my mid 20’s.  He was studying to be a massage therapist.  Every day he was trying out this technique, working on that technique, perfecting yet another technique. And of course, I was his number one guinea pig.

Sitting there at my desk, aching from head to toe, I wished I could pop back to 20 years ago.  Because during that time, I actually uttered the words, “Oh please! Please, not another massage!”

How I would love to just pop back to that moment and seriously smack myself right upside the head.

{pop. smack. pop.}