I have to tell you what I did today.
I was pottering about on an online auction, and I saw the most beautiful old perambulator. I thought, oh, I do like that.
So I bid β no plan, no sense, just pure impulse. And then, it was mine. Actually mine.
Now, I can already hear you thinking π€β "Lindsay, what on earth has a hundred-year-old pram got to do with anything in this group?"
Honestly, in that moment, I hadn't the foggiest either. But isn't that so often the way? The things that feel the least relevant, the least sensible, the ones we nearly talk ourselves out of β they've a funny habit of turning out to matter more than we ever expected.
So go on then β when was the last time you said yes to something before you had the faintest idea whyβοΈ