One of my new favorite movies is The Timer. Have you seen it yet? It's on netflix for free so there is no excuse to not watch it.The premise is so interesting! Here is a blurb: If a clock could count down to the exact moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know? That's the claim of manufacture's of a new devices called, the TiMER. The next evolutionary step in computer match making, the TiMER lets you know when your perfect match has entered you life. Are you tired of sitting around waiting for love? Your days of watching and wondering are over. Say goodbye to heartache and disappointment. Introducing TiMER, a revolutionary device that tells you not only *who* your soul mate is, but *when* you'll meet them. TiMER, take the guess work out of love.
The movie doesn't really give the full "scientific" explanation for how the timer works but it basically takes the capability tests to a whole new level...it monitors heart rate, oxytocin levels, amongst other things and then tells you "THIS" person is the most compatible for you...your "soul mate"..with a guarantee! It actually 'bings' when your eyes lock on that person for the first time. So you both hear the BING and smile and know...this is it! **dreamy sigh**
Think of what this would mean? In this imaginary future world, there is almost no divorce. Why? Because no one is looking for the greener grass on the other side. Someone has told you that this IS your green grass, this is 'the one', your Mr./Mrs. Right; there is no one else more perfect for you than the one you married.
I hate to admit this but I know I am guilty of sometimes questioning whether my husband was the exact perfect one I was supposed to marry. We met in high school and he was my first serious boyfriend. That alone is probably going to make me question my decision, I mean...who falls in love forever at sixteen?!
Add in romance novels, Nicholas Spark movies, and Disney fairy tales...and you wonder, while you sit on the couch and stare at the snoring figure next to you, is this really it? Is this the happily ever after I get?
When you get flowers once in 5 years, when you have to beg for a date night, when the "romance" is gone...I think it's only natural to wonder...would someone else have done those things for me still? Even after 11 years?
When you fight because you both spend money differently, when your vacation spots are exactly opposite, when your parenting styles conflict...I think it's normal to wonder...would I be happier with someone who had more shared interests?
So let's pretend I am in this new future reality. And my watch bings and tells me my current spouse is "THE ONE"! WOW! Think of the confirmation and release of unrealistic expectations! Alright! The downs suddenly just become a natural part of life...you aren't worried about the future because you know the two of you will make it. You are his perfect mate and he is yours. The weight is lifted off your shoulders and you are free to just live life with the guarantee that you made the perfect choice.
Life changing? It shouldn't be but I imagine it would. We shouldn't be questioning our marriage vows after they are said, but we're human. And we know there are no guarantees in life...and there is that temptation delivered through our media that says we deserve to be loved and cherished and worshiped all the time!
And when that doesn't happen, we question our supposed 'forever' and wonder if there is an elusive prince out there and we missed him somehow and ended up with this forgetful, unromantic, imperfect man on accident. The little shadow of doubt is allowed to creep into our minds and whisper 'what ifs'. The timer bing would shut that voice up.
So I have made it my resolution to accept my perfect choice and try my hardest to live with the full belief that my husband IS my one. That I have the guarantee because I choose to make it so. My timer was my heart flutter when I was sixteen and spotted this gorgeous soccer player in the hallway...when I gazed into those baby blues and smiled like an idiot. BING
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