1I made a decision the other day. (Its worth pointing out that my idea of “bad decisions” are really just those that I am unsure of what the outcome will be going into them. More often than not they result in a good time!) If you’ve read any thing of mine in the past you’ll gather that when I get an idea in my head I let it take the lead and just see where I end up.

Sometimes its good, other times its great… and other times, well.. those are TBD I guess.

I describe it as jumping in with both feet and figuring it out as I go. Is it spontaneity? The universe guiding me to exactly where I need to be in the moment? Or just plain foolhardiness? Some would argue that I am a fool. I’ve argued with myself that I’ve misinterpreted a lot, even though I hope I haven’t.

Operating this way when it comes to learning new things and taking up new hobbies is one thing, dealing this way, in regard to real interpersonal relationships is a different creature entirely and requires nuance.

I remember being told in my youth that compartmentalizing my life was a bad thing (that came from my father so take it with a grain of salt), now I gather that it is a good thing (this concept comes from someone I trust more than my father). But either way, it feels like I do it like its an Olympic sport that I’ve been training my whole life for.

Is it intimidating or idiotic, to come to a realization about something huge, see the steps that I have to take to address the immediate issue, and just start taking them? Even if those steps burn my entire world down in the process? And then just walk through the blaze like it doesn’t exist.

Am I manufacturing chaos? And if so, to what end?

Is what is best for me worth the chaos it seems to sew for everyone else?

This thought ended so far from where it started, and I’m not even going to attempt to course correct it. Sometimes thought just needs to flow, and other times there are thoughts that want to flow, but can’t because some things aren’t for public sharing.

Strange sentiment considering how much I do share. And maybe one day those stories can be shared, by me, or by others. Because the fact of the matter is that “bad decisions” really are better when made with bad decision buddies.