Day 10. One third of the way there and today has been a bit of a struggle to find the time to write. Dancing, gymnastics, collect textbook for next year, hair appointment because tonight was awards evening and year-end-function for my oldest and it is my wedding anniversary today, so dinner out. It was hectic, but worth it and now I’m tired, but the story must get done. I have some notes I wrote down while my daughter was dancing – the inspiration to the tale. I’m looking at a bunch of beautiful red roses on my desk as I write this. Feeling spoilt and loved. How is your day? If you are a creative, how are you creating today? Are you having fun? If not, do something that gives you great joy.
Dancing With Possibility
She floated around the dance floor, her feet whispering over the ground. One, two, three. One, two, three. Transported to a time long ago of lace decorated puffy bell-shaped gowns and formal parties, she felt like she had been born in the wrong era. She yearned for the elegance of those days, but not the standing of women.
Though she would love to waltz the night away dressed from those bygone times, she had no interest in their primary pursuits – that of procuring the offer of marriage from a wealthy man. She was after all only seventeen. But besides that, she was a modern Jo March of Little Women who was independent and would wish a husband – if at all – as a partner and not a requirement to provide for her. She was quite capable of doing that herself and had been too busy getting an education to worry about boys anyway.
Georgia was very glad though that she lived in the modern days where women had opportunities to get a decent education and for employment. It wasn’t complete equal footing yet, but she was grateful to those that had fought before her. Single women are to be celebrated, except when going to a relatives wedding and everyone thinks there must be something wrong with them if they can’t snag a man – then you might want to use that male friend as a pretend beau.
As she waltzed back into the present, she caught a glimmer in her dance partner’s eyes. Eric’s smile was warm and kind, like a safe place from a storm and when he held her, she trusted that he would never let her fall. And for the first time in their four-year partnership she blushed at their closeness and stood on his foot. Practice needed to come to an end, because she thought that the heat was affecting her.
by Debbie Gravett © 2020.12.04
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