Friday, February 12, 2021

Designer body

 


I've occupied my body for decades and it has served me well overall. 
 
Now some parts are wearing out, and in the shower this morning looking at my legs, I thought, if I were reincarnated and I could redesign my body and me, how would I do it. 
 
And how would I change other aspects of my life if I have had a chance to do it again. 
 
Here's how. If it is in green it is different. Black type is how I am now and don't particularly want to change.
 
Physical:
  • Height: 5 foot 1 or 153 cm.
  • Weight: 85-120 as an adult
  • Hair: Russet instead of dirty blond and going white at a young age. It would be thick with lots of body.
  • Eye color: Hazel and I'd even keep that hunk of brown in one eye
  • Shape: The same but my legs would be better.
  • Breasts: I'd fill out an A cup all my life. And my breasts would have a DNA factor that would kill any cancer cells that decided to set up housekeeping.
 Situation:

I would be born in another place: Switzerland, Scotland, France, Sweden, Germany into a family that loved me and valued women and education. It might be nice to have a sister instead of a brother. This is with apologies to my late adopted sister whom I loved.

I would like to be slightly better in math, but would want my interests to stay the same only broader. I would like to do more with the sciences; biology, geology. I did enjoy my chemistry courses and general science in school. I would want to delve deeper into anthropology and archeology.

Professionally, I would still want to be a writer but would track more into journalism rather than dipping in and out of it over my career. I'd avoid the corporate life although I am grateful that it provided me with many opportunities and a chance to earn a decent living.

I am probably the least sporty person you will ever meet. Forced to take golf lessons as a kid, I might want to pay more attention in another life--or not. As a kid I loved ice skating, but I would like to learn to ski. And I'd want to learn to swim
 
Whatever gene made me afraid to be carried on someone's shoulders and my body not being in its proper upright position on its own would not be in my body.
 
I'd have a gift for languages instead of fighting to learn French and German. My goal would be English, French, German, Italian, Latin, Russian.
 
Now, if I were reincarnated how many people that have been in my life would I want to be in my next life. 
 
The answer?
 
A majority.
 
At the moment I'm here in my old body, my old life. I realized in writing this, overall I'm satisfied with my life without being smug.  
 
As it says in the song "My Way" 
Regrets I've had a few
But then again too few to mention



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