I love my whims—my impulsive decisions—at least the joyous ones.
"Oh what the hell," I say to myself, "you know you want it and life's too short not to scratch that itch."
A leap. Throw caution to the wind.
That trip you have been dreaming about. That phone call that keeps slipping through your fingers. That pair of speakers you have always pined for. That book you've always wanted to write. That cable that might change everything. Letting go of that anger that has kept you two apart.
A whimsical notion that circumvents common sense and logic.
Just because it's fun.
And, why not?
