It's a fine line, isn't it? Between bravery and idiocy?
Every now and then we make a choice.
To some people- that choice would be brave. Jumping off a bridge, tied to a bungee cord, is brave, according to some people.
That same thing would be idiotic to someone else.
What if the rope breaks? What if you fall?
Is it as simple as that though?
Surely there's a grey area? An area where you can do foolish, foolish things, and not think about them?
I'm 25. I am brave- I moved to London, I jump on planes alone, I met A's family and didn't cry.
I'm also idiotic. In my time, I've kissed inappropriate men. I've been for drinks with random men, I've walked home alone at night (in heels), I've drunk dialed.
(But couldn't you say that all of those things are brave too?)
And there's the grey area, where I've stood and said no to opportunities some would say are too good to miss, I've quit, I've STARTED, I've been "too" drunk and alone. I've been exhilarated by my options, and terrified by my choices.
It seems to me that there's also a line between contentment and complacency. And i'm happy with the former, but scared by the latter.
So here I am. Standing on the bridge. Ready to jump. Decisions to make.
What if I fall?
But what if I fly?