Spontaneity At Its Finest

I've always thought sayings like living every day like it's your last and seeing where the winds blow you are pretty darn impractical. After all, 99% of the world population does not have the time nor the money to go around every day jumping off planes and swimming with dolphins and redefining the term 'adrenaline junkie.' (And the people who do have both the time and the money do so would just get really exhausted, I reckon.)

But then, I had an epiphany. Which rarely, if ever, happens so I knew it was important.

Carpe diem and #YOLO (so eloquent) and all that taking chances, being spontaneous, living in the moment stuff isn't all about learning to surf or saving a life or walking the Great Wall of China or any other thing equally outrageous in magnitude. I mean, yes, all those count and you get extra credit points for them too, but...

Being spontaneous is also about the little things. It's about throwing caution to the winds when it comes to any little unplanned decision you make. Like take for example...

Randomly walking to the Caltrain and buying a ticket into San Francisco w/ my lovely roommate.

Sharing calamari, fish and chips, and a clam chowder bread bowl between the two of us at Fisherman's Wharf. (Don't know what's going on with the picture... My phone's revolting against me.)

Oh, and a Nutella-banana-strawberry crepe at Pier 39.

We familiarized ourselves w/ public transportation, explored Pier 39, was warned about "throw up and poop" in the street by a psychic who gave us her business card, ran... a lot... to catch busses and trains.

All of this on the first Monday of the new quarter, after we both had classes, in the middle of the day when all convention would tell us not to have left the room and gone on that train.

That is called spontaneity at its finest.

Caroline