Nathan somehow has been holding out on us, apparently having had these virtual reality goggles of the “cardboard” type the entire time we’ve been married.
Now, though, it’s becoming more popular with fancy technology and expensive equipment, so there are more opportunities to use virtual reality apps and videos for different things.
And last night, he found that the Olympics have a virtual reality app!
So we spent the evening watching figure skating – a treat in itself since normally we don’t watch sports on Sundays – but watching it via virtual reality. It was intense! I had no idea! It was really like being there, where I could turn my head and see the camera men behind the rink, or look behind me and see the crowds, or look straight ahead and almost feel the rush of air as skaters passed me!
Then, on a commercial break, I went skydiving and also scuba diving and also he took me to France!
It was amazing!
He totally wins best valentine’s date ever, taking me to France for a bite of cheese under the Eiffel Tower while the children were sleeping.
By the time we were done playing, I was actually a bit dizzy. I don’t know if it was the tad-bit blurry VR cameras, or if it was all the excitement, or just that one time I tried bungee jumping and almost fell on the floor in real life. But regardless, the more you moved around, the more you got out of the experience.
I was thinking about this as I did my scripture study this morning, in those pre-dawn moments you try to relish without watching the clock counting down the seconds until the children wake.
I know I am a daughter of God, right?
And I know I am here on earth for my very ancient spirit to learn to use this physical body (that seems less “new” as I prepare to turn 41 next week), and to practice making choices regarding living up to that very godly daughter-ship-ness.
And if those choices have to do with serving my Father who is my God, then I’m going to get the most out of life the more I look around and explore ways I can serve others.
Except, obviously, it can’t be a virtual existence. I really have to do it. I can’t hide behind cardboard glasses and wait for life to happen for me. I experience life by living it, and experience is the only way to progress.
Today will be my first day in my new position as a chaplain at the hospital where I have worked for the last year and a half. I’m anxious, like anyone would be for any new job. But it’s also true that I know who I am, and being me is really my only job.
That makes it a lot less scary.
Even when part of reality is going out to start the day, which means facing six hungry children who need shoes tied and hair done and homework started and helped and finished.
But we did it just fine, and had as good a morning as we could have on such a pretty day, before I left for my new job.
I gave them a good breakfast of eggs, bacon wrapped dates, and fresh fruit. We got through everyone’s scriptures and praying and family scriptures and praying, and finished homework (even Mary’s multiplying double digits by double digits), remembered violin and piano practice, and made it all the way to playing outside before lunch.
I even got the girls’ hair done.
So yeah, I’m as ready as I can be.