Scarlett O’Hara. That name is likely to elicit one of two emotions: pure disdain or extreme admiration. I myself fall closer to the latter of those emotions.
Yes, I’m aware that she is a fictional character made famous by Vivien Leigh, but that no less dampens my high regard for this lovable bitch. She is passionate, charming, and sophisticated. She is also spoiled, whiny, and manipulative, but that is completely beside the point… The point is that she knows what she wants, and she will stop at nothing to attain it.
I have lived much of my life in a comfort zone never straying too far from the safety of those imaginary walls. I was always a dreamer but never had the chutzpah to make those dreams come to life. Once I actually did gain the courage to step out, I was left feeling more like “Miss Scarlet in the Library with the Rope” than a strong woman hell-bent on getting out of life what she felt she deserved.
So, maybe it’s past time for me to be a little more like Scarlett – determined, spirited, and ambitious. But perhaps it would serve me well to be a little less devious.
But only slightly.