After about 18 months of growing my hair, the last 12 specifically because of our upcoming wedding, I got it all chopped off this week. I now officially have the same hair cut I did when I was four and I really love it. I guess some people were a tad surprised that I had so ‘impulsively’ cut off what I had essentially spent more than a year harvesting. This it made me think about how ‘being impulsive’ has pretty negative connotations, when I actually think it’s a pretty fun trait to have.
I’ve done lots of impulsive things in my life, some that turned out great – like traveling overseas with that boy I had only known for three weeks and reconnecting with old friends like Frannie. Others led to some pretty tough times, like living in Mundubbera for the best part of a year as well as all that disgusting binge drinking from ages 15 to 18. But I learnt from every one of those impulsive moves and have some great stories to tell.
So if you’re feeling like being brash, why not book a holiday to a country where you don’t speak the language, pack your car and start driving with no destination in mind or sign up for a night class that you’ve always wanted to try. It might not turn out how you had planned, but it’s those times that fill your life with much-needed color and fun. I watched Wanderlust last night and then spent the night dreaming of living in a commune (minus the free love) for six months. We all need more adventures.