Caution to the wind.

Have you ever just thrown caution to the wind to see where it would take you, breaking the chained repetition of the ordinary and mundane?

I have, countless times in fact, does that not make it ordinary by the definition of repetition?

To act on impulse and spontaneity has become so common for me that it is been by others a routine.

Maybe the answer is to hit reset, find a place of neutral ground where I don’t exists, to start again.

Perhaps that will be my magnum opus.