What is the craziest, most impulsive thing you've ever done?
In April I walked on my career of fhe past 13 years. I haven’t regretted it once since then. We grow, we change and we shouldn’t waste one minute longer in the pusuit of anything that doesn’t serve our pursuit of happiness. We only get one go around here. If it takes 80 years to come to your own realization of what will make you happy; then chase that feeling!
My girlfriend (as in two young women are platonic friends) and I met a couple of cowboys at a honky tonk road house and agreed to get in a truck with them, drive away in the night, and go skinny dipping in a gravel pit. I am generally cautious and modest. I did not know how to swim and I had a deathly fear of water. I can't even use the excuse that I was drunk since I didn't drink alcohol at the time. I did this about fifty years ago and to this day, I'm a bit surprised that I walked away with nothing more than a few mosquito bites. That was highly irresponsible since I was the single mother of five kids at the time. I went right back to being far more cautious.
I once jumped a dirt bike into a pond...(was like 12)...I cut the top off of my car in high school making it a home-made convertible...(was 17)...put a MAJOR ass-whoopin on a punk that bullied the shit out of me on my school bus...(was about 15)...that one felt really good...dude cried like a little turd...
Joined the Navy I had seen the world did my tour went to war Desert Storm. Some say that Navy stand Never Again Volunteer Yourself. I got out after my contract was up. Was a great experience, if my kids say they want to do it I would not discourage them. I just could not see for me making a career out of it.
Drove 65 miles through a blizzard warning to see my ex fiance, and her girlfriend (yes, that's right)... just to prove we were still friends. Then drove home again. On the way back, I was almost run off the road by an 18-wheeler merging onto the freeway, found myself in the grassy median strip, braked to a halt... and when the snow cleared I saw, 12 feet in front of me, the steel barricade for the underpass. I had stopped just short. About 3 seconds more and I would have been wrecked, injured or dead.
While training in Germany (where a number of my crazier "plans" were hatched), I printed off a stripped down map from Yahoo of the general vicinity, rented a car for the weekend, and hit a couple places that seemed like interesting destinations. Didn't really look at the map until I was in the car and discovered that it had almost no detail - couldn't tell what was a road, a highway, a border, or anything else. Just jumped in & drove off. Had an awesome dinner on Lake Lucerne, found a B&B for the night, then went on to Strassbourg before heading back. No planning, no (real/good) maps, and no good idea of what the hell I was doing, but had an amazing time.
On another trip to that training site, I woke up one Saturday, walked down to the train station, looked at the list of departures, and hopped on a train to Vienna. Found a B&B, and a serbian restaurant (the language I was studying at the time), went to see the Danube & a park dedicated to Freud, and just wandered around the city.
Travel was so easy in those days!