I love to watch period movies. My favorites are Emma, Sense and Sensibility, and A Merry War. There’s something about the deliberateness of these particular time periods that is attractive to me. I like that people dressed for dinner. I like that women took the time to put themselves together. I like that much thought and care was put into everyday tasks. I like that time for rest was prioritized and enjoyed. I recognize, of course, that many of these movies showcase the aristocratic set, but still, I can’t get enough of them. I love parasols and picnic blankets, delicate lace shawls and silver tea sets. Sometimes, I think I was born two or three centuries too late.
Outside of the cinematic realm, I’m drawn to deliberate people. It has taken me years to realize that I am attracted to deliberateness because I am sorely lacking in it myself. For the longest time, I thought my attraction to careful, thoughtful people was because I was supposed to be more like them. Only now am I beginning to realize that deliberate people provide much-needed balance in my life; I am not meant to become one of them — I am meant to learn from them.
I feel like I can breathe easiest when I’m in the company of someone who is thoughtful in their choices, their speech, and their mannerisms, someone who takes great care with every task, someone who embraces tradition and reveres it. Deliberate people provide consistency that I lack, and somehow, when they accept me for who I am, I learn to better accept myself.
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. — Philippians 4:8