#AtoZChallenge: Rashness

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By Paxson Woelber (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Though some might think R is one of the easier letters of the alphabet, I was having little trouble today settling on a word. Really popped to mind, as it often does, but I wasn’t feeling it.

Really? Eh.

So I used my thesaurus trick, and here we are. Rashness. A quality I don’t possess.

If you ever read those Choose Your Own Adventure books, I was the type to take every branch, go down each alley, to be sure I knew where they all led. Sadly, life doesn’t work that way, but I’d be much happier if it did.

Faced with a restaurant menu, down to two items, I want the Choose Your Own Adventure option, so I’d know. But you have to take a risk. In that case, a very tiny risk, but still, a risk.

Of course “rashness” can imply impetuousness, a decision hastily — and not necessarily well — made. And therein lies my problem. The constant avoidance of all things rash can mean the constant avoidance of all things chance.

You can’t know which dish was better on the menu, unless you order both (HMM). You can be so informed about a decision, you can take every single available piece of information about a decision, and analyze until the time for the decision has passed.

Sometimes being rash isn’t about being thoughtless, or about being careless. Sometimes being rash is about grabbing an opportunity, finding an opportunity, before it has gone.

You may not always like what the waiter brings you, but at least you took the risk.

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7 thoughts on “#AtoZChallenge: Rashness

  1. debscarey

    Ah, the pragmatic suggestion. But what happens when you have a Joey? You know, as in “Joey doesn’t share” …

    Taking risks is downright scary. I still hate doing it. Do all the pro & con list thing, research the hell out of stuff … then go with whatever my gut says. As long as I can live with the decision in the moment, that’ll do me.

    But then, I’m an old baggage 😀

    Bunny and the Bloke

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