I’m trying to train myself to notice things. That’s really what living with flair means. I try to notice interesting things about the day and connect these moments to larger questions about life. Simple. Sometimes this practice results in ridiculous amounts of joy and laughter.
Take, for example, my afternoon drive in my minivan to go return overdue library books (not flair).
In my attempt to notice (literally pay attention), I tried to deliberately watch people as I waited at a stoplight downtown. Maybe I’d find a bit of flair in doing this.
All of a sudden, I saw this really cute guy out of the corner of my eye. In a college town filled with guys, this one caught my attention. In a brief glance, I noticed his sunglasses, his jeans, and how he had his hands shoved into his pockets. I looked away, embarrassed that I would notice hot guys in the crosswalk at my age. But nevertheless, I had to look back. I wanted to get one more look at this gorgeous guy.
I looked back and started giggling. I knew that guy. The guy was my husband! I’m not kidding! It was! He was walking back to his office from a lunch appointment. I’m laughing as I write this.
I called him immediately.
So it was his flair for the day too.
I suppose living with flair has something to do with loving deeply, noticing that person because you’ve chosen to pay attention, and then telling that person exactly what you see. Seeing my husband in a different setting caught me by surprise. And I noticed him. That kind of flair can last a lifetime.