Do you ever feel you were born in the wrong time?
Tonight I lay in bed wishing away my racing mind, when that didn’t work I tried to calm it with a book, The Sign of the Four to be exact. Once I realized that a mystery novel would lead me into an all night binge with a severe literature hangover I moved on to a British Costume Drama, Wives and Daughters. Whenever I watch period movies I become wistful, longing for a time when things were simple.
For some reason tonight, instead of laying my head comfortably down to daydream of a time of chivalry and lace, I thought of what it must have been like to be a woman of these bygone times I wish for so fervently. No property, no say, the legal possession of your husband. It wasn’t all Ms. Bingley and Mr. Darcy.
When was a good time to be a woman?
I am a woman who gives my opinion decidedly even though I know it’s possible that 5 years down the road I may vehemently disagree with myself. I wear what I want. As a Mother I am very modest in my attire, but that was not always the case. I lived on my own for 12 years before I met my husband. I went where I please, spoke with whom I chose and talked about whatever subject matter I had an inclination towards. I answered to no one.
In what time could I have lived in such a way?
Sure there are plenty of women who did all those things throughout history, but what name were they given? Today the word is independent. It has no negative connotation, no prejudice and it doesn’t insight gossip.
Perhaps now is the best time to be a woman.
So in the wee hours of the morning I will instead dream that regency dress and pianofortes come back in style.
Also, I think it may be time for a real grownup tea party.
After all, in my home are 3 ladies who would very much enjoy such an activity.