Nearing the end of my life I want to whisper to my husband, "Oh baby, our life was fun and dangerous. We took risks and we lived. We came alive and lived it to the full. We enjoyed it and forever will. No one else could've survived it so marvellously as you and I did. I couldn't have done it without you by my side".
I'm not married. I don't have a boyfriend. At this stage I am not directly moulding his character (other than through prayer) but I can mould mine. I can become the kind of woman I want to be and I would like to marry if I were a man. For many years I've repeatedly asked myself, "what kind of woman do I want to be?". The question pops up again today. Side note: these posts are not all encompassing but personal summaries. I want to be a flapper.
In a sense a flapper is a revolutionist in lifestyle and in fashion. By definition a flapper is a young woman and refers to a young bird flapping its wings while learning to fly.
Writers in the United States such as F. Scott Fitzgerald and Anita Loos and illustrators such as Russell Patterson, John Held, Jr., Ethel Hays and Faith Burrows popularized the flapper look and lifestyle through their works, and flappers came to be seen as attractive, reckless, and independent. I want to be someone who takes risks. Someone who is spontaneous. Someone who does what scares me the most. I want to be a bird. I want to fly. I want to lose sight of the ground. I want to make courage a physical thing.
My dad asked me to go to Namibia with him at 8pm on the Sunday night and we left 4 am the next morning. I want to be the kind of person who jumps if God asks me to do something or go somewhere. 'Then I heard the Lord asking, "Whom should I send as a messenger to this people? Who will go for us?" I said, "Here I am. Send me." Lets be ready armed with courage when the opportunity presents itself. Lets fly-even if it is with fear in our hearts, lets fly!
To finish off I want to leave you with a quote from my favourite, Marilyn Monroe:
"We should all start to live before we get too old. Fear is stupid so are regrets".
p.s Please don't get me wrong, I fully understand that a flapper was later known as a promiscuous woman who drank a lot. This is not what I am talking about. What I am acknowledging in this post is that a flapper was someone who marked change in behaviour and in dress. That takes courage, that is what I acknowledge.
Love,
Sarah**
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